Thinking that I would begin this round with a full night of sleep, I hit the hay at eleven ... sort of. As it turns out, I couldn't sleep at all, no matter how tired my eyes had once seemed! I "rested" there for awhile, unable to conk out. Finally, I slumbered at about twelve-thirty, but I was awakened shortly thereafter at one, suffering serious pain/crampage and nausea. I got up, and discovered that Aunt Flo was (oh gee) early again, and my favorite sleeping shorts were horribly, horribly stained. I took two Advil ... no response. Downed another, no response. Got sick several times. Tried to sleep. Failed. Wrote a post, and then deleted it. Gave up on the sleeping thing and stayed up until about four or so, whereupon the following things happened: the pain finally seemed to lessen, I had a cool wallpaper of Van, I had finished the second volume of Escaflowne, and dammit, I said to myself, sleep is good.
And I finally managed to sleep ... however, 'twas not all good as I had hoped. My alarm, which I had carefully set to go off at seven-thirty, did not, in fact, go off. (It did later start blaring at noon ... why, I do not know). I overslept by an hour, and was about to panic before I realized that it was okay - my first class was at nine-thirty, and not nine.
It was a long day. I couldn't eat much, although I did shove down some rice at noon. As the title says, it took me six frickin' hours to finish a cheese danish - a small circular cheese danish!
Also in the highlights of that day, I saw and remembered a guy who had wanted to learn about anime ... but when I asked him about it a couple years back, it had been at the end of the school year and he didn't have the time for it. This made sense to me, because I really didn't have the time for it either! (I am a master procrastinator, though.) It took me awhile to get up the courage to try to ask again (hey, it's the beginning of the school year this time), but I did manage the feat. Sadly, he still lacks the time ... now, probably because he is a senior (I think) and music majors are horribly overloaded anyway.
Ah well. I am a dork. At least I did something out of the ordinary for me, which is to extend a hand of friendship (even if I did forget to mention my name - again). It may have seemed odd and really rather random to him, but it didn't to me ... how often do you hear about people wanting to learn about anime on this campus?? I merely took advantage of an opportunity to speak to him.
I feel so discombobulated right now.