And I'm Reminded Every Time I See Your Face...

Lauryn Hill - To Zion


As I sit here eating the breakfast of champions (pop-tarts and apple juice), watching the tv show of champions (Doug), feeling soft and refreshed after using the Chap-Stick of champions (cherry), lying on the floor material of champions (uncomfortable, un-vacuumed green carpet), I say to myself, "maybe it was a mistake to wake up at 8 this morning, as I don't have class until 10:10." I was right. I've accomplished nothing.

I don't know what I had hoped to accomplish. Perhaps I thought I'd study, or perform charity work, or reshingle my roof. Probably study is the most likely of these, but still a long shot. Because I can tell you that when I wake up at 8 after going to bed at 4:30 (something I find myself doing fairly often), I'm not feeling the study. Damn.

But, in better news, as previously mentioned, I've done some major catching up on my childhood via Doug and the rest of the Funny family.