Middle of the Night

Last night, J and I slept at 5 a.m. because we talked from 3:15 to 4:30. Though we both were extremely sleepy, it was a nice talk that we hadn't had in a while because we both have been so busy with our own things. After about six hours of sleep, we woke up at 11. Half an hour later, we went to FEAST (what a pretentious name) for lunch, only to come back to sit around (and eat more), then go to the Westwood Library (which isn't as nice as I had hoped it would be) to pick up a book for my English 141 research paper. Lastly, we went to University Presbyterian Church for the "Woman and Man of God" conference. After two hours, we had (Thanksgiving) dinner there and came back.

If it sounds like I didn't do anything academic today, it's true! At 11:30 p.m. we started watching "1408", which I whimsically borrowed from the Westwood Library. We actually finished that movie a while ago, but then I decided to watch one episode of "Gossip Girl" to calm down from the supposedly scary movie, even though I had long since realized that I had watched it before tonight. Then I tried to finish one problem of poli sci homework, which went okay...

And now here I am, listening to Sara Evans on Pandora and typing this nonsensically. Sigh!

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