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There's something hilarious about Prince crooning Little Red Corvette as you frantically careen about the streets. Of course I was running late this morning. When the alarm went off, I smiled indulgently at it. Chuckled to myself, "Eight o'clock. Isn't that sweet." And closed my eyes again happily.

However, somewhere in the back of my mind another alarm was sounding: this isn't right, something is wrong, we're supposed to do something. It finally connected and I bolted upright. It was only five after, but I'd only given myself 7 minutes to get dressed to begin with.

Raced around the house tossing on clothes while brushing teeth. Hustled downstairs and prayed for green lights. I made it to the parking garage by 8:57am and ran, ran, ran to class.

Today was our final exam/final project. We had to design a help system using all the various bells/whistles we'd learned thus far. That section of the class went by fast. Didn't we just start? Wasn't this class 3? Or was it 4? I can't remember. Anyhow: it wasn't hard, we had plenty of time, and I finished early and was able to come home.

Am in that weird place where you're exhausted and will more than likely collapse, but are unwilling to sleep because you have other plans you need to be awake for. Also, I don't really take naps and they usually just make me more groggy. Tonight is a late night with much driving so I'm apprehensive about my ability to not die.

Should go to Sitch n Bitch. Must shower. Need to make dessert for tonight.

Mmm maybe I'll lie down for just a few.
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