OhBoy.

Last night I was planning on staying at the library until I had my paper done that is due today in class, but at 10:38 pm somebody pulled the fire alarm. I've never seen such an angry/irritated group of students! We all had to pack up and leave, into the freezing cold night. My paper wasn't done, it was cold, I didn't know what to do though, go home and do it? or wait around for the library to reopen? I was cold enough to just run home. When I got there, I didn't write my paper right away. I put my sweats on, ate chips and salsa, talked really loud a little, and then sat on the couch to write. But I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to. So I wasted some time facebook chatting. And then I started to write. I don't know how long I made it before I conked out. It all started when I decided to write while in a reclined position. My roommates encouraged me not to, they said wake up! Wake up! It was no use. I fell asleep with my laptop open on my lap, and slept that way all night. I don't understand how I didn't move, or stir at all to realize, "hey! I'm asleep on the couch! I should go to bed!" I guess I was really tired? I woke abruptly at 6:30 am, and cleaned the bathtub, ate toast, went to Walgreen's, and made it to school before 8:00 am. Now It is 8:39 am and my paper is done. This has been quite the adventure. The end.