Waking Up... Not So Fine.

The way things ended last night, you'd think my morning would be a rather pleasant one with SF here. Not so. Instead, I gained consciousness and realized the futon had no other weight on it but me. I propped up and eyed the room frantically, too lethargic to actually panic, but it was more of a sad feeling when I realized SF was no where to be found. It was 7:30. I've never seen him voluntarily get up, without any help, before 7:30. So I listened. Other Roomie was talking to someone in the kitchen. Ah, I thought, bingo. But no. I didn't know that guy's voice (what was he doing here anyways?). Darn. I sat up and shot SF a text, asking where he went. He said class and that he didn't want to wake me that fucking early. I wasn't mad, I was actually shocked at how calm I was about this. He did something to benefit me. How nice of him!

I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. For some retarded reason, Roomie's door kept shaking in its frame every time there was a bit of rumble in the building--whether it's someone walking by or another door being opened or closed. It annoyed the hell out of me. So I got up and made a peanut butter (Better N' Peanut Butter, yum) sandwich.

I'm not supposed to go be in school today, but I'm going to have to. I didn't finish work yesterday so, as much as I hate dragging things out, I have to go in around noon and finish. Then at 4:15 is the Writer's Guild.

Yesterday in class (after that too-almondy croissant) I sent our Creative Writing teacher and e-mail about department heads coming to our class to scare the pants off of us about thesis in three months and she told me to come to the guild meeting. Okay, then, I will.

And I beat another Colossus last night!