This week is a week of music, it seems. Tuesday night we went to Jones Hall to listen to a symphony, and last night there was live jazz at Common Grounds. I ordered something called a "Meltdown," which had four shot of espresso in it, and I may never be the same again. At any rate my sleep cycles never will be.
When you are severely sleep-deprived, it is really inappropriate to have an almost-irrestible urge to giggle in Greek class when the rest of the class is translating the Gethsemane scene in Luke. Yesterday afternoon I took a nap after class, and when I woke up, I spent a solid two minutes trying to figure out what class I was late for, or had slept through, what homework I had forgotten, and what day it was.
Blockbuster actually got a collection agency to mail me something telling me to pay them their freakin' sixteen dollars.
I want to go to Sicily.
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