Urgh... continued...
Okay. Something tells me alcohol isn't all that good for you. That dark rum must still be in my stomach, because I've been fighting the urge to be sick all morning.
The lack of sleep probably isn't helping either. Didn't get to bed until four this morning, and I'd barely slept by the time my 9:15 lecture rolled around.
Two classes later and I'm still dead-on-my-feet. I don't think I remember anything from either of them. I've vague recollections of seeing sigma signs, my QTB lecturer barking at some girl leaving the hall, as well as some mumblings in broken english about Government Debt. Meh.
Only Social Enterprise at 2:15 to go before I can finally go back to sleep...
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switchftw) wrote,
tired
