The day dawns bright and crisp.
And of course, I was in bed, sleeping through it. Now that I am awake and doing various chores I’ve been putting off, I’m just seeing everything through this fuzzy haze. Like you get when you first wake up and it’s still way too bright. (Although, it’s not bright enough right now. I miss the sun.) But I must wake up. I have to write an essay, and study for a test, and do my laundry, and go to the gym at some point today. Arg. But last night was fun. 😀 I watched Gladiator (really good!) with Chris after massive Halo at Bryan’s, and as usual lately, I got really tired of it really fast. Not so much tired of the game, but tired of hearing “Cheap move!” and “No, that was so unfair!” whenever I kill someone, tired of people acting like babies when they don’t win, and especially tired of the post-game recap. It’s like, hey, we just played a game, let’s talk about it for ten minutes. Of course, I’ve never really liked that. Guys seem to automatically do that, though. In every group I’ve played with. Now I know why there’s so many pre-game and post-game and post-post-game shows. Seems frivolous to me. I’ve kinda been on this efficiency kick lately though. Everything I do, I do it very fast, using as little energy as possible. (Haha, except THAT. Because I haven’t had the opportunity to do THAT in a very long while.) Unlike my mother, who seems to store energy so she can have 10-hour cleaning marathons, usually focusing on the kitchen.
Gah. I better start on the essay.
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