Okay, I'm going back to a normal-style diary, because the livejournal style was making me crazy. And I'm not killing time at work by updating 4 times a day anymore, alas.

I have spent something like 10-16 hours a day sleeping for the last four days. Ohhh I feel like a zombie, it's awful! I think I have physiology-induced narcolepsy. I think about studying my neglected phyl. notes, and suddenly napping seems like a great idea. Also I just finished reading Swiss Family Robinson, so I have all kinds of archaic turns of phrase on the tip of my tongue, waiting to pounce confusingly. (A capital plan! I believe I have been providentially led to it! How alarming, the mother has stumbled upon the bones of an antediluvian monster!) So overall the effect is very rip van winkle: fast asleep, mumbling like it's 1799.

Hmm. I wonder if I need to repair my template now.

On saturday we went to eat large quantities of pastry. I felt so disgusting afterwards that I've temporarily sworn off sweets. Since then I've lost 5 pounds. Ack! Did I really eat that much candy? I'm guessing it's just the barometric pressure or something, but how alarming. An antediluvian monster. Today I passed up a slice of pecan pie and watched serenely while an entire fruit pie was tossed out. I feel like a sugar-hating alien has taken control of my body, because normally it's more like "Mmm, I'll have some rock sugar for breakfast!"

Daylight savings time is evil. Although intellectually I appreciate that right now is the "real" time and all those late nights in summer are the daylight time, I still hate it. We should just be on DST all the time, man. I don't care if it's light in the morning, I'm not awake anyway, even if I am apparently taking notes in class.

Tomorrow I am ordering a bright yellow pharmacy hoodie. It will match my internet diary! Ten dork points for me! It would be 10,000 dork points if I was getting it specifically to match, but I will claim this is not so.

So random! Did I mention I finished the forever-sweater? Now I am almost finished the not-forever-at-all-scarf for my sister. My forever-afghan is still taking forever, though. I am considering just ending it now and pretending I meant to make it a baby and/or lap blanket all along. Maybe I'll sew it in to a pocket and call it a baby-cosy. I love cozies. I made a pancake-cosy once, admittedly by accident. Tonight one million^* people came to my stitch'n'bitch, which was great. Knitting... frenzy...

^* 10.

Tomorrow I am going to lab to be stabbed with needles and bleed all over everyone for marks. Sweet! (Okay well, be pricked with a lancet and perform idiot-simple blood typing and cell-counting tasks. I'm so melodramatic.) Time to pack bacon in my lunch, so I don't faint. Or anyway that's my excuse.

Tra la!