I'm allergic to mornings...
It's 8am on a Saturday and here I am bounding out of bed. I hardly get up this early during the week. I don't get it. I'm sure it's some kind of evil plot. I just can't figure out yet who is the master behind this devilish plot. My cat is the first suspect. Tabitha has taken to one of the other computer chairs in our office. For the last week she has been sleeping in it for hours. Wake up in the middle of the night, there she is. Come home from class, again, in the chair. It's gotten a alittle freaky just how much time she is spending in that chair. Well this morning, she wasn't there. She was in the hallway staring at me as I lay in bed. I tell ya, she's up to something.
I think I might finish my paper in a few minutes. I might as well. I'm awake! :/
Maybe someone will msg me on one of my multiple messenger systems and save me from that. (hint hint)
I think I might finish my paper in a few minutes. I might as well. I'm awake! :/
Maybe someone will msg me on one of my multiple messenger systems and save me from that. (hint hint)
I wasn't up until 10 myself. Slept in on purpose. Wound up going to CompUSA again to purchase more CD labels. I think I've been inspired. Now all I need is my own stinking printer so I don't have to borrow my mom's. UGH.
ReplyDeleteYea...and so I can borrow it too :P
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