Reading lead to more reading and to this. Some girl got overzealous with a Haiti fundraiser, and now she's screwed. I started reading all the comments, and boy are there hilarious people all over the world hahahhaha.

Comments turned into an argument of whose side is better, (naturally...), and then came quote of the day:
This is obviously a Lovey/Haiti relationship

Words cannot describe the amusement I got from that site, so I won't describe. Simple, eh?
If you want to, NOTCOT.

Today I experienced the weirdest sleep patterns. At at 715 I went back to sleep, after morning prayers, on the floor where I slept. At 8 I woke and completely lost my bearings, then decided to get back to my bed because the floor was cold...ha. At 1 I woke up and bummed around a bit, then went back to sleep at 230. Woke again at 645, now I'm about to sleep by 330. This is so exciting and so NOT good. I wanted to, and shoulda slept earlier, but time *feels* like its flying when you're engrossed in something.

Does that mean I read slow?

Or that I read a lot?

Or is time really flying. We couldn't possibly verify with anyone, cos everyone's time must've been flying too when my time decided to fly. Since we all share the same time-supply, I shouldn't be selfish and make time fly whenever I want. Because in the end I'm so damn important that everyone else depends on me. Riiiiiiiiiiight.

I think all this points a crooked finger in one direction only: the bed. Which signifies sleep, which is what I'm primarily concerned with because honestly I don't intend on sleeping on the bed today. Someone pointed out that bed actually looks like a bed hahahha.





Freund oder pass-out

Labels: no ligaments, repotr, sleeping patterns