(J. looking at our future apartment) “Number fourteen sixty-nine. Seven years after Columbus.”
“…Fourteen NINETY-two?…”
“I’m tired!”
-J. and C.
I have no idea what my problem is, but these days I am well and truly exhausted! The past few nights I go over to J.’s to hang out and have ended up unconscious on his couch for at least an hour at a time. Daylight Saving didn’t help either. In fact, this morning when my alarm went off I thought I hit snooze but apparently I just turned the sucker off and when I again fluttered my lashes open it was 7:41 (when I have to be at work at 8). A really promising start to the week…
Small Dog Syndrome 
Thanks for ratting out my roommate. Oh I love having great opportunities to pick on his inept math skills.
Well, the math would have been right…I think it’s really more of no history knowledge. 😉
I’m tired too. Although I must admit that I must be one of the only people who was actually grateful for Daylight Savings this time around. I was working graveyard shift, which means that my shift was only 7 hours long, instead of the usual eight. 🙂 However, I’m not too excited about walking to school in the dark again.
It’s the birth control. It screws with ALL hormones, including those that regulate energy levels. 🙂
You’re welcome; I know all! 😉