stoopbeck

Some days you just can't win for trying.

However. That doesn't stop me from being happy about the amazing [and overwhelming like whoa] spread we had in the Dining Hall today. Eight or nine tables with food artistically placed at varying distances, a cool drink fountain thingy with nasty drink, hot fresh pretzels, shrimp of several kinds, chicken of several kinds, cake so dense it was almost a black hole, very loud music, balloons. It was amazing. Plus, they gave us free candy. I guess it was sort of a last gasp for Sodexo, since we're totally firing them and hiring a new group. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have eaten the food. Maybe they poisoned it. As long as I'm not dead by the time I go to London, I'm okay.

Yes, I know, I'm rambling. But I've got a good excuse, honest! I went to bed at three last night after last minute studying and strange onion pizza-related issues, and then for the next few hours tried to ignore the cloying heat of the doorms. Seriously. In my delerious half-asleep state, I was convinced that I'd been banished to hell and that it was somehow the fault of my demon/Indian rainstick, rescued from a rotting building yesterday.

The mind comes up with crazy stuff when you're sleep-deprived, what can I say?

Now all I have to do is give a presentation on Ran and how it relates to King Lear, and I'm free for the rest of the day. Now if people would just stop angrily buttonholing me, I think I'll be able to make it through.