Bored

Cutter's Log - Stardate 0102.50.20
Current Song - West End Girls (Pet Shop Boys)

I slept from 11:00 p.m. Wednesday night until 2:45 p.m. Thursday afternoon. Nearly 16 hours of sleep, interrupted by a brief awakening at 7:45 a.m. It wasn't good.

It's about 5:15 in the morning right now. I have an 8:00 a.m. class, and I'm only planning on staying for the full 50 minutes. I'm behind in this class. A lot of it is because I've struggled to become familiar with the settings. Then there are days like these.

I worked last night. I don't get home until around 1:15 in the morning. Then I check the boards, e-mail, etc. which usually takes until 3:00. Four hours of sleep? It usually takes me four hours TO sleep! Right now is this boredom time that I go through until the start of class. I'll be out the door in two hours.

When I get off of class, I'll be heading to the bank. If I have enough energy, I'm going on another day trip.

No game tonight. I have a freelancer doing something tonight.

I'm kicking the lottery habit, too. Since the publication that contains my lucky numbers isn't publishing anymore, I have no numbers to go by. I have one draw left on my first Powerball ticket. I got back $6 on a 13-draw Lotto ticket. I'm keeping the $6.

As far as the "other" habit, I hit a two-year low in the weight department yesterday. I'm down 36 from my high.

I may take pics tomorrow at the Newman Wrestling Regional. That is, if I get up early enough. If I do, that'll make the day a "normal" one. A "normal" day is waking up in the morning, and going to bed at night. I don't do this a whole lot.

I had my first speech in speech class on Wednesday. The peer results were okay. I had a great introduction. I didn't do as well in the delivery part of it. I was suggested to study the speech more and put more in the outline. A lot of pauses and being lost. I won't really know exactly how much my autism will impact my grade.

Geez I'm rambling.

What came first: the chicken or the egg? The egg. Chickens come from eggs. Eggs come from more than just chickens. A penguin egg could have hatched and a really deformed penguin (one that looks like a chicken) could have come out.

Mr. Johnson isn't as bad as people percieve him to be. The managers are the ones spreading the word about their disagreements with him to their morning crowds.