Brian got me croissants. He is my favorite evar.
They let me give blood finally. It was a close thing though.
I went to seattle on Monday to see my aunt, who was at Swedish having a mastectomy. Sharon was the awesomest ever, because she offered to drive me down (gas be cheaper than greyhound, yarr.) It was really good to be able to see her, and all the reports are good, so that's happy.
However, when I got back at 11, I still had a program to write. So I was up until 3ish, which became a problem when I tried to get up at 7:15. I actually got up at about 7:47, showered in 3 minutes, dressed in 3, spent about 3 trying to figure out where and who I was, and got to class at 8:03 or so. This process was repeated this morning, only I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 7:44.
Is it strange that the exact time that I wake up is burned into my brain every morning? I know exactly what time I got up every day this week. I think I'm kind of obsessed with time in the morning.
New stalker tool! Great for use with untrusted significant others!
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laser keyboard is awesome too, but it looks like it would work terribly. It's the kind of thing I wouldn't buy unless I could play with it first.