Rockstars Need Water, Too!

Definitely stayed up 'til 7:30am this morning studying for a midterm at 10am. Although I went to sleep at 7:30, I had to wake up at 8:30 to prepare for the day and do some last-minute studying. So, a midterm on one hour of sleep, huh? Bring it!

Hyped up on half a pot of coffee and a fresh Rockstar (this stuff keeps me alive sometimes), I took the midterm and am convinced I did pretty well (A to high B range). Afterwards, I had two hours to kill before a meeting with a professor. I figured that this would be the perfect opportunity to take a nap in the grad lab. Not so much. There were grad students working/talking and I had forgotten my earplugs. So, no dice. Instead, I began wandering around the building taking pictures of my quarter-full can of Rockstar in various situations including 'getting a drink' (pictured above), 'waiting for the elevator', 'music in surround sound', 'relaxing in a chair', 'sitting in the microwave', 'thinking it belongs in the paper recycling bin', and my favorite: 'can't decide which restroom to use'. Anyway, a fun hour. The second hour was chatting with another professor about politics, literature, and the class he's teaching that i'm in (the one i had the midterm for and that my previous rant ('panic button') was based around).

Anyways, after that I made it home only to turn around and run to the lab at O'Bleness to get my blood drawn for testing. *shudder* hate needles. Came home and laid down on the couch for a short nap. Short is right! Friend of mine called me to wake me up about fifteen minutes after I had managed to pass out.

So now, here I am, running on one hour and 15 minutes of sleep for the past 40 hours. YAY! So...sleep deprivation. Yay. Notsomuch. I go bed now. Night, all!


almost posted a first attempt at a collage. definitely didn't have the patience (sleep-deprivation) to deal with learning how to and then attempting to post. some other time, maybe.







^^I was 'normal' once. I was. I had a mom and a dad and a little brother. When I grew up, I had to fight. I was in the service for 28 years. By the time I got out, my mom and dad were divorced and my dad had died. My brother had committed suicide. They attributed his death to the persistent depression he had suffered with since about middle school. I was alone. Nobody here to help me get re-acclimated to 'normal' life, to life out of the service, to life outside prison. All I wanted was a place to go and someone to be with. I had nothing. I still have nothing.^^