Here I go again, and in no logical order:
1. Began morning at 4:30 a.m. to "Volare" by Dean Martin.
2. Began morning again at 4:45 a.m. to "Volare" by Dean Martin.
3. Again, began morning at 5:00 a.m. to "Volare" by Dean Martin.
4. To no finality, awoke once again to "Volare" by Dean Martin at 5:15 a.m.
5. Eventually, awoke only to fall back asleep to "why is it so loud by "ugh" at 5:30 a.m.
6. 5:45 a.m.: "John, what time is it?" John, "I hate 'Volare'".
7. 8:00 a.m.: Math final begins
8. 8:30 a.m.: Arrive for math final, and all I have to say is: I hate integrals of natural logs and I hate cylinders (all my garbage cans are going to be cubes with an open top from now on).
9. 9:15 a.m.: Moans and the sound of a head being banged against a desk.
10. 10:45 a.m.: Hit lanterns on ceiling by lifting mattress. Held up mattress with head, neck, and shoulders to lift bed box all while balancing on the 4" Ikea "stupid bed" . . frame.
11. Retrieved cell phone.
12. Disabled alarm, banned "Volare".
13. And now I am presently looking at a clean pile of laundry lying on the floor - looking, not folding.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
12-17-08
at 10:13 AM
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I don't even know about Volare. Good thing I got your warning. I hope your math final went semi-well. Sica's also afraid that she bombed hers. I totally agree with the cylinders thing. I don't remember if we've ever had this conversation before--I think all things in the kitchen should be square, like pots and plates (though the inside should be rounded for easy cleaning), because no cupboards are round and that's a lot of wasted space!
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