sleeeep....

Too much sleep today, and yet I'm still tired. It's pretty bad when you sleep in and miss your one-thirty class. My body needed it, though; yesterday I spent about seven hours, not in DC, but waiting to secure a place to live for next year. Luckily I got the place I wanted, right out from underneath another girl, who had a higher number in the line than I did. Survival of the fittest, I guess. Or in this case, survival of those who don't sleep and show up at the PRT station at five-thirty in the morning.

So I slept, nicely, in a room that is empty of all things that are not mine. Roomate's gone, and I feel fine. She didn't say goodbye to her friends down the hall, and they were pissed. Eh. Hell with her.

No D&D tonight, but instead hanging out with our new potential paladin and other folks, eating processed steak and cheese sandwiches. Much smoking, and listening to John's new boyfriend prattle on about all the urban legends around Fairmont State that he "swears are true." The both of them seem rather alike in the fact that they're both pretty dumb when it comes to certain things. Listened to Crystal bitch, and talked tp Brandy about how the Social Justice department is very concerned about where the pre-op transsexual sociology professor on campus goes to pee. He told us that apparently the rule is that you have to have an "attached penis" to use the men's room. Just so you know. Ha.

Bunnyman is stressed the hell out and depressed about money matters, and the girls in the hall are very loudly directing other drunks to our building. Not that we need any more up here; we've got a good share already. I wonder how they'll get them in through the window...on the sixth floor. Hmm.

I do feel very comfortable in Morgantown, though. It's nice, thinking back, about all the people I've met here who are genuinely good and intelligent; friends whom I met on my own, who are mine. I always used to be the tagalong: someone brings me into their circle of friends, and my acceptance in that circle depends on that someone. It's not like that anymore. Maybe, slowly, I'm starting to be a normally social person. I say this as I hide out alone in my room, but everyone needs some time to recharge.

Back home, our dryer's broken and kiddo's lying to Bunnyman again. We're getting ready to see if our neighbors will screw us out of the house, and seeing if we can get Bunnyman a new job. Not that I'd trade that world for this one, if I could only have one. Not for anything in the world.

Now some linky-dinkys:

Prison Funnies: sometimes sad, sometimes funny, always twisted.

Dubya...drunk off his ass.

new Weebl and Bob: Aah, Vikings!!