I must be slipping in my old age!

So it turns out that yesterday was payday. For the first time in my entire run of working at the curling club, I forgot it was payday. Bwa?

So it's a quarter to 1 on a friday. I'm sitting in Robarts on the 13th floor (my favourite floor) when I should be in an English tutorial. Last night I believed my attendance to be a make or break factor for that class but I remembered that this crucial piece of paper that I needed was available online. So I didn't go. I have to kill time before my 2 o clock lecture which I don't want to go to. I don't want to ruin this book since I haven't read it yet, and I don't feel like trying to keep myself awake for 2 hours before I go to work. I think I'll go nap in the backseat of the car until 4.

I was up til 4:30 last night tossing and turning. Nothing like staying up for a good solid 20.5 hours when you're already exhausted. I think I was up so late because I had a great day yesterday and I didn't really want it to end. I feared that madness would be nipping at it's heels and of course, this morning sucked. I was woken up again at 8 and as I lay in bed contemplating which object around my bed would make the best melee weapon, my mother hovered around me cleaning up all the crap on my floor. I really thought that she and I were past this. It's my damn room, I know where everything is, when it gets dirty I'll clean it. She asks me how I know what's on this floor when there's so much stuff. Simple, I was the one who put that stuff there. I just like to think of my floor as the desk that I never had.

Car nap here I come!