:: Friday, September 06, 2002 ::

"Wish I could with all my might
Grab the stars in the night..." (Bob Schneider... just for you, Querida)

The latter half of my day was good, but this morning was more entertaining. For others, at least.
I schlumped around campus with a sweatshirt, red nose, and pocket full of vitamin C's. My quiet time got substituted with a fitful nap, and I had to skip two classes for fear of my head exploding onto my classmates... Me being Bethany Smith and possessing a whole separate conscience for productivity, I felt horrid. At the most schlumpish moment, a well-meaning photographer immortalized me walking in front of a prestigious dorm. Great.
I'm pretty sure all this was a result of me going to bed early last night (11:18... I know!). After nearly 8 hours of sleep, I ended up disjointed, disgruntled, and dysfunctional. And rather diseased. Back to my 5.5 hour regimen.
Oh, and speaking of numbers, I had 8 meetings today. I am tempted to rant about the typical purpose of such meetings (doubtful), the length of such meetings (agonizing), and the outcome of such meetings (nothing), but my typing energy would be better spent over Social Psychology.
"Falling asleep to the sound of silence..." -- I mean, "Hooray for work!"

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:: Bethany Bassett - 12:16 AM :: + ::