Ehhhh...

I felt blog-neglection guilt.

Only reason I'm posting, cause I feel like my brain has oozed out on the floor (that is, considering it found some place to ooze...I was looking for something yesterday, tore my room apart in the process, and now I can only see patches of my carpet). I swear, if I don't get my eight hours, I'm about as useful as a guy in a makeup aisle. So yeah...now you guys get to watch my pitiful attempt at stringing coherent sentences together...yay. :)

I had so much energy last week...but this week, when I have tests every day until Friday, that energy just went pbbblt. That might be because my emotions were all over the place until like...today. (I was too tired to be a nutcase today...frankly, I was too tired to be...anything today.) Matt Carrowan noticed me staring at my coffee mug morosely this morning, and I just looked at him and said, "...I'm too tired to drink."

However. Today was good. I kept getting nigglings to wander in places I don't usually go at those times of day, and I kept running into people I haven't seen in a while...that made me really happy. I kinda needed that today. Also sang worship songs with Lou today. I needed that today too. It was just...good in the midst of my hazy at best day.

So yeah. Abridged version of my day. Schedule for tonight is as follows: Study. Bang head on keyboard. Mutter-sing along with morose songs morosely ("The doves have died...the lovers have li-i-i-i-ed..."). Repeat. Drag carcass to bed. Pass out blissfully.

...After all, no matter what happens during the day, how could you be in a bad mood when you surround yourself in pink fluffiness?