Tired.

I'm tired, tired, tired.

And I have class in the morning. So, you know, bedtime soon.

Plan of the day:

- wake up
- grumble
- get out of bed
- get to school
- have breakfast
- go to class 1
- go to class 2
- go home
- watch All My Children tape
- sleep
- wake up
- grumble
- do research for term paper 1 (Social Deviance) from home, not the library

We'll see how much of that gets accomplished. I'm thinking I may just come home and sleep and not wake up until Saturday. Mmmm. Sleeeeeeep.

Okay, bedtime.

Mornings.

Ick to mornings.

Slept okay, if a little restlessly. My window was wide open and it was still too hot to be comfortable.

I had weird, disjointed dreams, most notably about strange, ancient Irish birthday traditions regarding kids born in the weeks preceeding and following St. Patrick's Day.

I know, I know. Weird. Don't even look at me, 'cause I have NO idea where that one came from.

Okay. Must get the show on the road. Feh to rain.