I'm not really sure why. I blame a week off for part of it-- when you spend a week going to bed between 2 and 3, you are not going to suddenly be able to get into bed and go to sleep before 1. Or something. Especially when you got eleven hours of sleep the night before.
Sometime around 4:10, I set my alarm forward to 8:30 and said fuck it, I would be late for work.
But then I woke up completely naturally and feeling bright and alert at 8:18. I don't know how. I was still a little late to work, but surprise!
Now I am drinking chai to keep myself perky. Whiskey Monday tonight! It is always weird, you know, the way that coming back after a week of cooking makes me feel like everything is new again.
I finished Feed by MT Anderson. Funny story, this: liret told me I should really, really read a book called Feed. I looked it up and found said book, and was very excited because I enjoyed Octavian Nothing. I read the book. About a chapter in, I realized it was a different Feed from the Feed Jess wanted me to read, which is about ZOMBIES. This one is about chips in our brains and Google Ads ruling the universe. It is awesome and amazing and you should all read it. I have been 100% converted from the person who would line up to get the first chip, to the person who will never ever ever get a chip unless it's a cure for cancer or something.
Now I'm reading Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs and quite enjoying that as well.
I got a new pair of shoes in Delaware. They're orange:
I went into Clark's planning to buy another pair of black flats. I walked out with orange shoes.
I put together my Christmas wish list for my parents and forgot the most important thing! How could I?!
Love you all!