Sleeplessness in aid of madness

I will post about yesterday/last night/this morning but right now I have to focus on waking up and going to class. Somehow that phrase led me into cleaning up my computer... hmmmm. Focus. Right, well after less than 5 hours of sleep you can't expect coherence. I'm torn between yawns and giggles. Sometimes life is way better than fiction. And here, dear blog readers, life looms large. In class form. And in 20 minutes I must be out the door, this is what I get for hitting snooze not once, not twice, but thrice!

Since I have a pulled ass muscle of unknown origin, I will be skipping my run today (and, luckily for me, that also means I won't be running in the cold rain) and taking a lovely nap instead... after my lunch date with DPG and before my drinks date with the Scotsman. Somewhere in between the two, around my nap, I will write all this down so Ianis and others can read it and giggle too, because really, if I knew any better I would say that not only do my friends (and myself, of course) enjoy drama, but that someone up there is preventing me from stopping just yet. Turns out that telling the girls that my gossip-fodder days were over was totally jumping the gun.

Also, somehow, my blog has reverted to Montreal Time. Wishful thinking blog, but that's not right... add that to my list. That and 'don't be a deadbeat'. Right. On that note, pants.