Luck is believing you're lucky

I can't seem to resist the urge to dance. Okay, so not much new about that, but its worse than usual (better than usual?!) and I find myself fighting the urge to skip down the street, to get up right now and dance to Eddie Rabbit... insane! The stress finally got to me. Finally. My mad, coffee-fueled typing triggered the realization that I was really really stressed. Not in a bad way, just pleasantly insane.

Last night, whew. Wednesdays are rapidly becoming my favourite days. Early mornings mean that I have all day to get work done, and although I tend to be totally ineffective... well its a nice day. Last night we tried to get beer pong going, and I was raring to go, but alas, no venue suggested itself. How much do I miss BDP and its associated shenanigans (evil shenanigans!)? Anyways, we ended up at my Cafe Campus Crutch, and quickly fell apart. Or rather, fell together. The annoyance of a purse prevented me from dancing enough, plus I was with a bunch of guys. Good guys though. It was a refreshing and somewhat bizarre change.

So I woke up in my proverbial clothes, the walk of shame awaiting me, thanking Gods for small blessings that it wasn't raining. Voices in the corridor, the door swinging open. Something akin to hilarity, only it wasn't particularly funny. Okay, now it was funny. His roommates getting in on the non-joke, and me threatening to beat the living piss out of him on the ice. In a few hours. That little prat doesn't know what's coming, although I should pity his hangover and take it easy on him!

Anyways, and the rest of my day was exhaustion. So so tired. And here I am, having had too much coffee (thanks to my new handy dandy stovetop dealy) and buzzing through work, not doing my reading, and writing the blog. So off, one and a half hours left to try to be productive. I have managed to come up with my extensive reading to-do list for tomorrow! Woot.