the Dalaverse

Now that was the most instructive demonstration of my own fifteen-minute need-sleep cycle ever. Dad and I were watching "Seabiscuit," and during the second Santa Anita handicap, where Red and Seabiscuit win at life together (and also because George helped them, not because it actually happened but because Red/George=OTP), when normally I would be awash in tears, I...fell asleep. I feel like I should tell all of my professors about this, especially Dr. Adams, in whose classes I felt the most guilty -- it's not your fault, it's just that there comes about fifteen minutes when I'm tired where I cannot keep my eyes open for love or money. And then I'm totally fine. Right now, for instance. Awake even though I have to work early tomorrow.

Bleah. There are worse retail jobs, and at least it's back to school season so I can boss the freshmen and their credit-card-wielding parents around, but...bleah.

Maybe not so awake as I thought. I meant to write tonight, but I came home with head and feet and back aching and it was just not happening. Tomorrow, then.