Puddle time please. No?

Let's look at the facts. And no, no one comment on the bizarre phenomenon that makes today both Thursday and Friday.

Last night: 4 a.m. bedtime. Blame the Hikago scanlations.
Also, clubness today (Thursday), although neither my mentee nor her sister showed up. So no naptime.
I have one paper due tomorrow, that I've barely started. A Japanese chapter quiz. And I'm going to have an ICA for Anthroclass. So not only do I have to show up for class, I have to have critical thinking skills.
And because my classes are at 11, 12, and 2 respectively, no naptime for Dagas between them.
Add to this the change in schedule that makes me do clubwork on Fridays. No naptime after Anthroclass.
Oh, and Sabi's birthday is today (Friday), which means that she, Me-chan and I are going to be going out to eat and generally partying. So no nap time there either.

The best thing about today is that I realized that there is indeedy a good place to get sleep on campus, although it might actually mean that I have to go outside late nights. Lower floor undergrad library. Quiet study area. Study = sleep. Quiet = good. Dagas likes the possibilities. If only there were a way to get really comfy.

And yes, I know I'm sleep-deprived. Either because I still have my babyhood instinct of never wanting to sleep if there's something going on that's remotely interesting. I thought I was over that darn it! Of course that was when I was back in the B-town and had neither the internet nor a life to worry about. Or because ... I've lost my train of thought. Or because when I'm supposed to sleep I'm not really tired, and when I'm tired I'm not supposed to sleep.

Right now, about 75% of my higher functions are focused on sleeping, my lack of sleep, keeping myself awake for a long enough time to get something done, and making sure that I don't make some really stupid mistakes. But if anyone thinks that I am doing anything other than sleeping and anime club this weekend, you are sorely, sorely mistaken.

This is Dagas, and she really is dead on her feet.

Over and out.

You know I had to say it.

Psych class cracks me up. Val rocks socks and a lot of the students love poking fun at her, which she is incredibly good-natured about. Lecture is probably more entertaining than the book. Skip probably, definitely.

"I'm not creepy, I'm just delusional." Her response when someone asked whether she meant that she lived in a bat cave or The Batcave. *sigh* Circadian rhythms.

Also, she showed off her dog. Cute dog. Smart dog. You know that normal dog owner propaganda about their dog being the best in the world. It was so there. Blame Pavlov.

So after class, I felt there was something I had to say about her insightful story about Duke and classical conditioning with the grapefruit. Something nagging at me. Something completely and totally relevant to the story. So I go up to her after class and I says to her, I says,

"My dog's cuter."

You know I had to say it.

Over and out.