Sorry for building that up.
So my nap today was strangely eventful. I skipped lunch and was prepared to go to my 1PM Macroeconomics class. I had the ever-reliable Anna deal the wake up call. Actually, I had her call me at noon so I could get lunch. However, as noon rolled nearer, it was evident that my state of slumber was much more powerful than my mind or stomach.
Therefore, I asked Anna to call me back a few minutes before 1PM, so that I could readily make it to my class. As 1PM neared, I got the call.
"Hey," her voice came through emphatically.
"Heyyyy," was my groggy reply.
"Are you going to class?" she asked me.
"Yeah, of course." It really wasn't obvious if I were going or not.
"OK, then. You should get going. You only have ten minutes until class," she advised.
"Yeah, yeah," I replied, feigning awareness. "I'm heading out now."
"OK, then. I'll talk to you later?"
"Sure." I checked the time. 12:50PM. I went back to sleep.
An eternity later, I woke up to check the time.
12:55PM.
That's it, I thought to myself, I'm DEFINITELY ditching Macroeconomics today. I went back to sleep.
An eternity later, I woke up to check the time.
12:58PM.
Fuck. Are you fucking KIDDING me!?
So yeah, I went to class reluctantly with a newly opened can of Monster.
24 fl. oz. of energy, and I still regretted going to class. Bullshit. BULLSHIT!
And now I can't even go back to sleep because I'm so freakin' spiked on this liquid crack.
At least it's Lo-Carb.
