Damn. I was just typing on my roomie's laptop and my fingers got used to the tiny keys. Now I'm screwing up typing here. I hate it when that happens.

I had one class today. CS 210 lab. That's the one where I get to put little chips on a board, connect them with pretty colored wires, and the say "Dammit! I fried another one!" Well, actually I haven't fried any that I could have NOT fried.

Breathe deep. Absorb run-on sentence. Move on.

The one chip that did get fried got fried because the diagram of it was wrong in the lab manual. Phooey. So anywho, I'm sitting on my little bench with Brian and we say our usual 'The teacher's a gimp, we have learned nothing, teach us, oh wise TA!'. And Leena, in her wonderful TA-like manner teaches us all the stuff the teacher should have gotten to LAST week but really won't teach until NEXT week, when we've already learned a better way to do it from the TA. I love college. Brian and I have a 100 lab average. We rock.

So, I planned to go to bed early tonight. I was really tired at 10pm too. But I decided to hop online for a little. "Your account is signed on". Dammit. Ann's online. I checked the clock and decided she'd probably be done soon enough. Let's watch some TV. I watched stuff for an hour then tried again. "Your account is signed on". Kill a little more time. "Your account is STILL signed on". Go figure.

I went to borrow Brian's account for a minute to tell Ann to finish up already. HIS account was signed on. He says I can borrow his account to get Ann offline, then HE'S online too when I actually need to. Ah, the irony. That's why I was on Kristen's computer. I was borrowing HER account to tell Ann to shove off. She did, and I finally did get to check my mail...at 12:30.

The suffering I endure.

But here's the best part. My "quick" hop online to check some web pages and my mail turns into me scrolling through Open Pages some more. Until almost 2am. I'm addicted. I love reading this stuff. I must have fifteen journals bookmarked. I'm working on a list of journals I read, but I'm SOOOOO lazy. Soon, I hope.

So did I go to sleep at 2am? I went to bed, yes. Sleep, no. You see, I started reading The Vampire Lestat, the sequel to Interview With The Vampire. I read a hundred pages last night, and I read another hundred pages tonight. I was up very late.

I should not do this. I should sleep. It's an important for me to sleep, but I can't sleep even when I crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head and count sheep. I mean, I do sleep eventually, but it takes FOREVER. And for some reason I think it's all in my hyperactive little night-person head.