update for the sake of update

I'm not really awake. But I refuse to nap because I'm trying to get my sleep schedule back in order. So This is going to be a rambling assemblage of all the crap that's currently going on in my head.

-I sold my Microeconomics textbook for $10. I paid about $75. The only good thing was the cashier girl was totally checking me out. Or at least that's what I'm gonna tell myself. Or something.

-My sleep patterns are completely fucked. Here's a rundown since Friday:
friday night/saturday
1145pm: Get ready for bed
1200am: Andrea calls, wants me to sneak out and go to her boyfriends house
1203: Another call
1215: Another call
1220: Relent
1240: Get to boyfriends house, attempt to play strip blackjack, fails because the ladies are lame
215: Get home
400: Fall asleep
650: Wake up
1000: Fall asleep in car
200pm: Wake up
700: Fall asleep
sunday
700am: Wake up
930: Fall asleep in car
200pm: Wake up
900: Fall asleep
100am: Wake up
That was utterly unnecessary.

I've been up since then. I will fall asleep at a decent hour tonight! Anyway, I leave it to ya'll, my dear readers, to discover the amount of sleep I had. Since I'm entirely too lazy to figure it out.

-Went to the Clinton Library in Little Rock, Arkansas. Was awesome. The library, that is. Little Rock sucked. I got a souvenir for Grant, Kate, and Chris. Remind me ya'll and I'll get them to you guys sometime.

-My 4th (5th?) hard drive on my Mac is dying, so I'm back to using an ancient 200mhz something or other Pentium computer. I hate windows and its propensity to be filled with spy and adware. Damn you Apple for designing such wonderful programs but such terrible hardware!

-Stats starts tomorrow, for five or something weeks. 4 days a week, 1150-150. At least it's not in the evening. But it's during "when Marcos gets hungry" time, which is not good. And it's a actual subject, unlike Economics, which, like psychology, I term "Fake Science". Granted, that's not really true, but the utter incompetence of my microeconomics instructor made me believe that.

-One thing I hate about this browser is I can't see the typos while I'm typing in this fun little window.

-Somehow, this summer is turing into " The summer that got away" and not so much as "The summer that my youth goes to die." Recent events, however, suggest that the former may be correct after all.

-I'm thinking about applying at a temp agency. Money money money?

-I'm all burned out. I swear I will not nap! Expect more soon, since I'm sure something have escaped my mind.