I'll Be Down in Mississippi and Up to No Good

Very good song people. Unless of course, you hate country music. Or Mississippi. Yeah, the editor is really anxious for me to get this column done, so I guess I'll work on it tonight. I'm so tired. I didn't sleep much last night. And then, at 2:30 (when I was in a sort of stupor) I rolled over onto the bunny Kris got my for Easter. I forgot I had it in my bed, first of all. But what was even scarier is that I put enough pressure on it, that it started praying, "Now I lay me down to sleep." This is not a scary prayer, but it was recorded in a child's voice and anybody who is familiar with "Enter Sandman" will understand why, at 2:30 AM that might be a little unnerving.

Yes, Rachel called me around midnight and talked about 30 minutes. I started on my column after we got off the phone though.

Kris only got a couple hours of sleep last night. He ended up doing this paper that he said he wasn't going to do. Ended up staying up until 5:00 or so working on it, then he had to go to work at 8:00 in the physical science building and work until noon. We pretty much just hung out in the library after I had lunch with Brandy. Subway--eat fresh.

Then, somewhat spontaneously, Kris just put his hand on mine. I was like whatever. My hand was cold anyway. However, I'm not a very touchy type of person. Then I asked him if he wanted to walk with me to Coleman and he said he did. So we got to Coleman and I was getting ready to head to class and he asks if I have a couple seconds. I was like I guess. And in front of the water fountain by the bulletin board, he says, "I'm not very good at this sort of thing.... but I wanted to kiss you goodbye before you go to class." I was like hold on, horn-dog. So I said, "Cheek for right now" and he seemed cool with that. Goatee whiskers really tickle. At least it wasn't as embarrassing as the first hug.

Hope that wasn't too much info for you guys ;)

And now, back to academic topics...

I plan on writing my column tonight and maybe even emailing it to the editor. At some point I need to finish Grapes of Wrath for the 3rd or 4th time. I also need to revise my paper and do my take-home final for the same class. The Tempest isn't going to read itself. And goodness knows I need to make a book for my poetry class--STILL.