Lateness

Lateness is a time for sharing wildly unimportant strains of thought. In the wider world, 10:30 PM is not late...It's even early in cities like New York and Chicago, Venice, and Paris. For college sophomores in the Midwest, it's late. Very late. When you fall asleep on the couch at 2:00 PM with your mouth gaping open, head flung back, bland history textbook sprawled out on your lap, you begin to realize that maybe planet earth isn't the only one suffering from an energy crisis. It was an attractive snoozing pose, I swear!
Week 2 of semester four is nearly through and I haven't experienced the urge to crawl into a dark corner and die...yet. There's always hope, right? A dramatic psychological lapse would make for some haunting pieces, wouldn't it? I'M KIDDING!
Briefest of brief updates, but I promised myself I would try *said with a whine* to blog almost (see how I cover my butt and eliminate guilt? Multitasking ROCKS!) everyday.
So, I'll leave with these oh-so-illuminating thoughts. Some real gems were mined tonight, eh?

Rock lab tomorrow.....doh!

Slainte,
Liadan