| Monday |
| yes, i'm tired |
I landed back onto dry melbourne soil after a week in brisbane yesterday morning, only to find myself dashing around clumsily and sleepily, trying to prepare myself for uni today.
warning: you will laugh at this one
I came home from uni today and hit the sacks at 5:30pm. I rolled over, twitched and jolted up when the big red digital clock in my face read 7:02. Crap, uni today. Do i start at 8am or 9am. Shit, i'm late. I forced myself to roll off the bed; which was the only way that i'd actually get up, and stood there in the midst of my chaotic room staring out my window, as you do when you're late. Strangely, there was no hint of a glaring summer's sunrise, instead the sunbeams resembled what i have learnt to be sunset. It took me a good few seconds to realise, after which of course, i flopped back into bed and rested my eyes.
I thought i needed an alarm clock that would release a hammer and hit my head when the alarm goes off; now, i need a twenty-four hour clock with a hammer.
P.S. thanks for the pressie nelly, you know me better than i know myself!
Still yet to come are posts about my work at aus open and brissy trip. Stay tuned, and i must extend a warm apology to those who have been visiting my boring unchanged blog these couple of weeks! |
posted by sciurine @ 9:06 PM   |
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