it is 3:14am, and i have class in a mere six hours. i've destroyed my sleeping schedule... thursday i was up all day working on two presentations, then spent all evening & night working on another presentation and paper... literally, as i was up until 5:30am. i had class at 9:00am, then roped into sitting at a bake sale table... then home to finish a few final edits and then work from 4:00pm to midnight. i got home and collapsed. i think i fell asleep in the middle of telling a story. i woke up an hour later with my legs up on the back of the couch and my tea cold.
saturday i stayed up until 5:00am watching movies. halloween ones! it was nice, but then i slept until nearly 3:00pm on sunday, and i hate that. what's the point of the day? last night i was going to try and get back on track... but i ended up getting sucked into a simpsons halloween marathon until approximately 2:30am.
i really don't want to go to class in the morning.
a lot of things i could type here but don't even know where to start.
my uncle owns a brick and tile business. i remember being little and wondering what it was about tiles that he loved so much that he opened the store.
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