I was watching the last two episodes of The West Wing the other day, and I realized that all the men in my life will inevitably be held up in comparison to Danny Concannon, and I will therefore die alone because he does not actually exist. Well, I'm probably going to die alone anyways, but I choose to believe it's because of this particular fact, as is my right.
Dear mind-numbing illness;
EW. Also, go away.
Was exhausted after practice last night, and ended up falling asleep on my parents couch, mid-complaint about how that day's LA Times crossword was biased in favor of football fans. (P.S. It totally was!). Too tired to make it home before work, so I borrowed from my mom's closet, made it through my shift, and promptly collapsed on my couch. I got about 4 hours of sleep, and woke up at 7:51, thinking thinking it was awfully dark to be morning. ::headdesk:: I've managed to get some stuff taken care of (the soccer team I coach is going on to playoffs!!!!), but now I'm too awake to go back to sleep, and too out of it to do pretty much anything useful. I can't bake because my roommate's asleep, and I'm too headache-y to stare at the computer much longer.
I'm conflicted- tomorrow is the last day I can drop a class and get a "W". I've missed a lot of one particular class because of strep, and the professor would be well within her rights under the college guidelines to fail me out of hand, regardless of the quality of my work. However, I haven't received any "YOU ARE SERIOUSLY IN TROUBLE, SERIOUSLY" emails that the administration office made a big deal this semester about, which makes me think she's open-minded. She doesn't have office hours tomorrow, and I'm afraid that if I email her and wait to hear back, I'll miss my window to keep a W and end up with her failing me; on the other hand, I'm afraid that if I go ahead and withdraw, I'll find out that she was going to pass me based on my work. I'm not crazy or neurotic, THIS IS HOW MY LIFE REALLY WORKS.
...I think I'm going to go listen to country music now.