Pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Monday:
I basically baked and got my crap together for most of the day, and then my parents and I went to Mark's for the third and last Thanksgiving Dinner, which was fabulous as Mark's mum is a fantastic cook. Seriously, if I lived there you would have to roll me to school I would be so fat. Anywho, it was really good food and I had fun. Should't have had that second glass of wine, cheap drunk that I am, but I recovered my equilibrium by the time we got back to uni, and Mark was the only one who noticed.

After I finally got everything unpacked, I went to Mark's room and did some spanish homework I neglected over the weekend while Mark watched Bridget Jones 2. I think I eventually crawled into bed about midnight-ish and Mark went out into the lounge.

(Technically) Today:
Sometime in the wee hours CJ and Mark both eventually came in and, of course, CJ didn't turn off his phone because it has one of his three alarms. His phone rang 11 times in a period of less than 4 hours. ELEVEN TIMES! Seriously, I would like to put that boy in a sack and beat him to within an inch of his life as I had an Eight o'clock class and had to be up at 6 30. As both he and Mark could sleep through an air siren (I swear, they become temporarily deaf while they sleep. Talk about your subdued RAS!), neither of them heard the phone go off until the eleventh time. Whoever was ringing CJ deserves to be placed in the sack and beaten to within an inch of their life as well.

And THEN, after CJ had turned off his phone about 4 am, and I had finally gotten back to sleep, I had a horrible dream and didn't want to go back to sleep. So yes, I had practically no sleep whatsoever last night, and am concious due only to the coffee I've ingested today. Mare is feeling sorry for herself.

But she is going to go feel sorry for herself whilest she eats a delightful-tasting, homecooked meal that she brought from home. Mmmmm....real food.