Sunday, March 13, 2011

Day 8.

When does a day begin? Does it start when the clock hits midnight or is a day renewed when you wake up? For the sake of this tale, my day started at midnight. I hadn't yet fallen asleep when the clock truck twelve because it was my personal goal of the evening to call Alex as soon as it was his birthday and sing him happy birthday. He received an extremely obnoxious voice mail and, when he called back, was serenaded by a lovely middle of the night frog croak version of "Happy Birthday." I wish that kid the happiest hours any twenty-four can contain. With my mission accomplished I decided, for the first time that night, it was time to dissolve into the nothingness of peaceful sleep. zzzzzttt, zzzzzttt. My phone decided to alert me that Chelsea would really like to go to McDonald's, and consequently my sleep was delayed a little longer by adventure time with Chelsea. Once back from a midnight trip, it was finally time for sleep. When at around 1:30 I finally realized that I could not fall asleep, I headed into the suit-mate's room to participate in their friendly chatter. Next thing I know it is 5:45 in the morning. I lost myself and all sense of time in a lovely conversation that seemed to last only 20min. My alarm was set to go off at 8am. Third times the charm. I was able to fall asleep rather quickly. If not productive I feel like that was a very nice way to begin a day.

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