In addition to a wicked eyelid twitch brought on my finals week-related stress, the sleep deprivation also brought me such joy as shutting my own finger in a drawer and mistaking the alarm clock for a fire alarm. But don't worry, upon waking up to what I thought was a fire alarm, I did not move. I just laid there wondering where the fire alarm was located (not, "I wonder if there's a fire" or "maybe I should move"). Speaking of fire alarms, yesterday on campus there was some sort of alarm issued that emptied all of the buildings on campus into the main square. I have never seen so many people wearing black in one place at one time. No one knew why the alarm was sounding or why we couldn't be in buildings, but I don't think I was the only one that thought that in case of some sort of emergency or disaster, standing in a group with a thousand undergrads was NOT where I wanted to be. So I walked across the street and pretended like I was waiting for the bus.
Workout regimen update: I am only one day behind in my December challenge, and the push ups are still the hardest fucking thing in the world. But I guess they should be. Doing push ups feels like trying to jump everywhere instead of walk. Man, fuck gravity.
Today is Friday, and I'm headed to happy hour and this genius place with a group of lady friends:
My mission, should I choose to accept it (I do), is to see how many $5 margaritas I can drink between 5pm and 6pm. I'm sure only good things can come from this.
Over and out, good buddies.
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