There's no logical reason why I should be so exhausted or why I have been all week, but I have.

Last night, I essentially went to bed at midnight. In reality, I fell asleep on Dan's bed while he was checking his email, and he was kind enough to not wake me up. Around 3:15, I woke up, realized I was in someone else's house, and went home; by 3:45 I was in bed again and asleep. I slept straight until my alarm went off at 10 AM, and haven't been able to drag my lazy ass out of bed yet. And my stomach? Kind of upset.

I could so easily go back to bed and sleep until 1 or 2.... stupid obligations.

ETA: I arrived at my internship at 11, as I was supposed to; but apparently, all of the people I work for were also quite exhausted after yesterday's Big Event, and were taking the day off. They forgot to tell me. (This makes twice now, but at least this time I was able to get into the office and email them.) I started to bitch to myself about how, as my internship is 11-1, and my 1-2 class is canceled today, I could have slept utnil 1 and only had three hours of work (other work) today... but then remembered it's a Brandeis Monday for no apparent reason, so it's just as well my internship didn't happen today, as 12-1 I'm at the library, and instead of work 2-5, I have class 3:30-5. Meh.

(Instead of going home and getting another hour of sleep, though, I get a two and half hour lunch break. So... it could be worse, I suppose.)

( Dear Ms Allen... )

I still feel sick from last night, but damn, that woke me up.