THAT comes l8r.

So I didn’t die on my trip.  Obviously.  A some have already found out.  But I thought I’d just let you know.
I don’t feel like making the trip-wrap-up post right now.  I just don’t feel like writing that much, and I don’t have my “notes” for it with me either.  They’re in my locker.  Damn the locker.
I kicked my locker.
And hit it.
And threw my Government book at it!
Three is the magic number.  Three book-slammings, three hittings with my right hand, which hurt a lot I might add, and three kickings (two different times, so really six I guess).

So yeah, locker.

Anyway.
I’ll post later.
I’m far too tired right now.
I will share that I don’t remember how I got to bed last night.  I remember thinking that I should stay in my pajamas, so that way I’ll be all warm and not in the cold sheets, and arranging the blankets, and then I woke up.  Without the alarm on.  So that way I just woke up at 6:30 all by myself.  And I thought that it couldn’t be 6:30, no way, the alarm didn’t go off and it wasn’t the right color out – but the time change and all, so yeah.  But I don’t remember going upstairs to bed, I don’t remember what time at all, I don’t remember the last thing I saw on TV.  I don’t remeber if someone told me to go to bed, or if I did it  by myself. I remember thinking that I should go to bed when I was downstairs, but I know I didn’t do it right then.
It’s really, really weird.

But yeah, zzzzzzZZZZZZzzZZZZzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I want that ^^^^^ to be me.  The ZZZzzzzZZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZs.

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