The first blizzard of the year is making its way south, punching Kirksville in its skinny-ass torso, and watching the thermometer drop degree by degree is making me dread leaving work here at Grim. Grim. I’ve seen all of two people here today–three if you count that one person came twice to get quarters. It’s a very hopeless kind of place, very cliquey, with a sad quietness to it. Granted, that means that I can spend my four hours-long work shift eating and reading Questionable Content comics, but I somewhat feel like I’ve landed in the valley of death. Except this valley of death is significantly warmer than the outdoors, so I’m a little trapped.
I shouldn’t complain too much, though. I made it through this week, Lord knows how. I read 190 pages of psych, studied for two exams, and did decently well on both of them–all in less than two days. It means I didn’t sleep or eat or leave my bed for a long time (seriously, my bed must be sick of me sitting on it or napping rather than just getting a full night of sleep). I really summed up the situation in my latest Potters video. The amount of insanity and sleepiness in my life is never the greatest of combinations.
Unless it causes these conversations to occur:
(knock on the door, Missi falls out of bed to answer it)
Jenn: Missi, for a Christmas card, do you want a gingerbread man or a Christmas tree?
Missi: A… A what? …Ginger…bread…tree?
Jenn: No. Gingerbread man. Or Tree.
Missi: Oh… They both sound lovely. …Tree?
Jenn: Okay. Thanks! Go back to bed!
Missi: (closes the door and still stands there) Okay?
(while contemplating if I should actually get out of bed and go eat dinner)
Missi: I could go now. But I could wait until 6.45 when I need to leave for USMED but just eat on top of time because on top of time I can go to 6.23 and eat until 6.45 so I’m ready at the same time that I’m sleeping. But would that hurt physics? Does physics have feelings? Can I hurt physics’ feelings?!
(and then I fell back asleep)
When I have little sleep, it leads to moments that make it totally worth it, even if I wake up the next morning sounding like death and looking like I’ve lost ten pounds from underneath my eyes and arse only. Seriously, my jeans fit awesomely today, but the rest of me looks like shit from not having taken care of myself over the past week. Rest assured that I will be fixing this and don’t plan on being in the same situation for quite some time.
Oh, and for those of you wondering how my little project went last weekend, awesomely. It looks so beautiful and like it should be in the door of a German pub. When I get my camera from those OfficeMax punks, I’ll show you an awesome picture or two.
The snow is picking up, though, and it’s glittering from the street lamps outside the window. As much as it will be freezing walking back to MO, I can’t help but feel that it will be enjoyable. Maybe I’ll stop for some cappuccino along the way. Snow viewing and hot drinks are never a bad combination. In fact, on the list of great combinations, it comes in around the top five, placing significantly higher than the combination of Missi and no sleep.
“From the courtyard, I floated in and watched it go down,
heard the cup drop, thought,
‘Well, that’s why they keep them around.'”
Update: See, I could have gone the cheap route and have given you 20 Years of Snow by Regina Spektor or Snow by Emilíana Torrini or anything by Snow Patrol, but my musical gift for today just happened to be what came onto the shuffle. Lucky you!