On the upside, I emerge from yesterday a much more well-rested woman. On the downside, I have wasted yet another day's pursuit of study-catch-up. The other, slightly more positive spin to that loss is that I'll be able to accomplish more and think clearly having been rested. So, you know, six of one, half a dozen of another, really.
JJ and I basically spent the morning and afternoon post-meeting in bed. I slept until 1 PM, but then a pee dream woke me up. Have you ever had a pee dream? I'm pretty sure it was my subconscious's way of telling me that I had to go. I kept dreaming that I was trying to find a bathroom and that I finally gave up and peed in a trash can. This, of course, is something that I wouldn't be caught dead doing. Odds are more in favor of me peeing myself.
Anyways, when I did finally wake up at 1 PM, it was because my dreams were finally getting to me, and I really did have to go. In fact, I had to go so badly that my bladder actually hurt. And, of course, my twin was in town so he was in the shower. I had to wait. And I couldn't use another bathroom because, as previously mentioned, it's that special time of the month for me that inspires women to kill their men and, of course, all of my "feminine hygiene products" were in that bathroom. This makes me ponder a need for spreading a few sundry tampons around to the other locations in our house.
At any rate, I'm pretty sure that John's new girlfriend didn't love seeing my pace-the-hallway version of the potty dance while listening to the shower running. Or, maybe she's a woman after my own heart and she did enjoy watching me suffer. Either way, we had a pretty good time sitting and chatting before dinner and a little bit after dinner too.
After waiting out the bathroom, I was pretty much awake so I surfed the web and did yesterday's blog. That evening, I went to bed at something like 5:30 or 6:00ish. I don't lead an exciting life. Mostly, I'm just lucky if I roll out of bed on time before the crazy day begins.
On the upside, JJ and I created a mess last night after we both spent a few hours awake at the same time. More details than that, you may not want. (Composing my sentences like Yoda, I certainly am.) It was pretty nice though. This morning started late--as they all should--and we got Panera for lunch. French onion soup for the win!
Strangely, as opposed to yesterday's over-active bladder, today I'm feeling strangely dehydrated. I've had two bottles of water in the last hour and I'm about to have another. This is pretty strange considering a bottle of water usually lasts me more than a day. Hopefully, a little more water and a little more sleep will leave me feeling even better tomorrow.
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