Oh it hurts

Hey, you know that feeling the morning after you drank two bottles of wine, chased that with a couple shots of tequila and washed all that down with a bottle or four of Corona?

No? Just me? Hmmm...okay.

No, I actually did *not* drink last night. But, I think I'm getting old because I got about four hours of sleep and my body = very very angry with me. Ouch. Someone wooped up on me in my sleep I think because I hurt. All over.

Don't wanna go outside, because hello? Very sunny outside *glares at the window*.

And also? It's supposed to get up to 20 degrees. HEAT WAVE! Whoot! can you tell that I'm a midwesterner?

Hmm...problem? I think so

I nodded off in Child Development. Twice. I felt really bad because Dr. Cleland's the type that makes eye contact with everyone (there's only 5 people in the class), so he had to have known that I wasn't all there. Now I have to go have him again for an hour and half, and then directly followed by a three hour class.

No fear - I stopped off at Sophies (the cafe) and picked up two largest STRONG coffees, and three 20 oz Full Throttle energy drinks. If this doesn't kill me, it might help me stay awake.

In other news - 20 degrees? Never happened. Right now it's something like -1 without the windchill factor. Fuck you, Lake Effect!

Now I gotta run back (just stopped back to my room to change into a heavier sweater and change into my wool coat and pick up a heavier hat) and finish my Counseling Theories reading, and diagnose the subject in the book. Which could be difficult, becaust Dr. Anderson isn't here yet, and thus, I have no way of getting ahold of the DSM-IV. Grrr!

Penis Envy and Spander Rec request.

Right. So, I'm afraid to go outside right now because I can *feel* the wind trying to blow the building away even though I'm safely tucked away in my brick dorm room. Skeery.

So, I've decided that I really do not like my counseling theories class. Actually, no, I love the class - I can't stand the people *in* the class. There's 8 of us - and I'm the only guy. I'm not allowed to speak, my opinion doesn't matter, and I was told more than once tonight that I'm just a dumb man, no more no less. I? Am not happy.

Also, my stomache feels like dirty jeans on the rock cycle at the local Super Suds. Bleck. I wonder if it's all the coffee/energy drink I consumed? nah. Couldn't be that. I did manage to stay awake for my other two classes, though. So, go me!

And now - since I feel like crap and am bruised beyond anything coherant at the moment. I shall go to bed and pretend that, once again, this day never happened. Thank you, good night.

One more thing, though - can someone rec me some schmoopy spander? Hopefully something not-long. I can't even concentrate enough to get through the latest SnL.