Icky.

I went to bed at 7:30pm last night and I didn't wake up until 11:37am
this morning. What the fuck? That is sixteen hours of sleep. So what
if I have a wicked cold, that is still not normal.

I skipped two classes, not necessarily on purpose, and it makes me
feel worthless and depressed and like sleeping for at least two more
days.

Usually when I fall into these depressed moods I have a good reason.
Well I don't have any reason this time and that makes me feel even worse.

Between 11:37am and 11:47am I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put my
glasses on, found some clothes, put some deodorant on, and decided
that I would just be a house wife when I grow up. I am so glad I can
make such complex decisions in such short periods of time.

I should have seen this coming. Any time I voluntarily spend a weekend
at home it means I am about to lose my mind.

I think I need to go for a long run tonight, five or seven miles
should fix something. When I run, it has to be in odd increments. I
could never run two or four or six miles. Weird.

Hopefully I don't slip on any ice and die. That would be sad. A girl
died a couple of weeks ago when she fell inside a grain elevator a
couple blocks from my house. I usually run by those grain elevators
but now I think I will have to find a new route. Places where people
have died freak me out.