Really, I'm back East!

Bloody freaking hell. No wonder I've been lying in bed as long as I have, desperatly trying to sleep. I'd forgotten, seeing as I didn't bother going to bed at all on Monday and naturally, yesterday I was too tired to do anything but crash... I'm still on PST. I won't be getting to sleep for a while yet, as I maintained atrocious sleeping habits while out West. (Well, perhaps not atrocious, but certainly nothing terribly good for me.) I suppose I am just thankful rehearsal was cancelled tommorow. Peer tutoring and class will be strain enough on this already worn body!

I suppose this is also a good excuse to pick up The White Dragon for a bit. Which will of course turn into half an hour to forty-five minutes, because Laura Resnick's writing is terribly addictive. My brain is buzzing and there's a knot of energy or emotion or something in my chest that's not going anywhere just yet.

Oy.

Edit: Don't get me wrong here - I'm laughing at the hilarity of it - just to add to the chaos, I set my alarm to 9:45 alright. 9:45 pm. This is the week of the wierdest sleeping habits ever :P And lucky me made it to peer tutoring on time anyway.