Ponderings of fic

Why is it that the muse wakes up when the rest of me is ready to go to sleep? Is it like a time share thing; either the mind or the body can be functioning, but not both at the same time? Is it a problem of limited resources? Or maybe my muse is Australian or European or something.

It's worth pondering. Well, not really, but I did it anyway.

Work. Bleh.

*sigh*

I wish I didn't like money so much.

32 days til summer.

*sigh again*

Woohoo

Payday tomorrow! *does a happy dance*

Thought for the day

Three hour classes should be illegal.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled surfing.

"Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups."

Words to live by, if you ask me.

Heh.

I think I went through most of the day in a half-asleep state. That's not unusual for work, of course, mostly because I could probably do the job just fine if I was comatose, to hell with just nodding off slightly. Then I had my charming Sex & Gender class, which also doesn't require complete awareness seeing as how I'm not quite at the same moral and cognitive plane as the rest of the class. I'm a sheep, I tell you, a sheep! Baaa...

Right.

Learning & Learner (my ed psych class) woke me up a wee bit seeing as how we had to do a short presentation, and damn if I can't get through one of those without my voice shaking just a wee bit. Yeesh. I read some Koontz during the other presentations. Then it was back to the room for some more blank staring at the computer and aimless chatting/web-building.

On the plate for tomorrow: more mind-numbing monkeys-could-do-this filing, and a test in Child Devel. Speaking of plate, my boys lost :( I guess it had to happen eventually. But against the Dodgers? Yech.

Oh... my first LJ quiz sharing, joy of joys.



Which "Natural Wonder" are you?