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It's nine in the morning, and I am awake. I know that many people are up far earlier than this, but my general sleep cycle has shifted in such a way that nine is pretty freaking early for me, and I feel like crap's crap. Like, if crap could excrete its own excrement, that is what I feel like. (BTW, I recently learned the term 'sleep inertia,' which is the technical designation for my current condition. Google it.) And am I up so [relatively] early? Because I've got this FREAKING IMPORTANT PAPER that needs signed by my advisor, who's in NOLA. And to save me the trouble of driving down, he's all like "just send it down with my assistant/errand boy/slave, he'll bring it down and back today". This is all well and good, except that Humphries can't remember his gofer's phone number, which means we're playing the email game, and I'm assuming he's not going to leave BR at something like 3pm (although I could be wrong), so I'm awake to intercept any necessary emails and be available to get the paper to Ben to take down there. I should have just driven. I have the sneaking suspicion I might have to do that regardless.
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Date: 2006-01-24 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-24 03:36 pm (UTC)6.
SIX.
ugh. I hate to even think about it. I wish I could sleep late.
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Date: 2006-01-24 11:03 pm (UTC)- Christina
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