The time is upon us...
Where am I going for spring break you ask? The best place possible. Cancun? Oh no. South Padre? Not a chance. Jamaica? Even better....I am going to: SLEEP
That's right, while nubile coeds and strapping frat boys (and even the people I'm friends with) country wide fly to exotic tropical locales, I have a reservation with my bed. First class. Who needs a new bikini and coconut oil, I have freshly washed sheets folded and ready to be made up. I have new pillows. I have a trash can to dump my alarm clock into. Now don't get me wrong, I have lots of other things to do over spring break. Like every American who has already graduated or is not supported by mom and dad, I have to go work. I have homework to do and taxes and cleaning and the list goes on...But I also do not have to go to class for an entire week. Think about the logistics of that. All the time that I spend getting ready for school and driving to school and sitting in school will be spent in bed. I am ecstatic.
I also have Friday off. I had taken it off for a movie shoot I was working on, and since as per Murphy's Law everything that can go wrong will, I no longer need to work on it (at least not this weekend, but that's another post). I could have volunteered to work on Friday like I did for Saturday, but I opted not to. Instead, I made plans to sleep in. I will go to bed tomorrow night after I get out of school, and I will get into my cozy 250-thread count cocoon and drift off into peaceful slumber. If past experience is any indicator I probably will not wake up until evening on Friday. And I am ok with that. Why? Because I have slept less than twelve hours total in the last six days. You do the math. Between the midterms, legal issues with the super huge mega-conglomerate sporting goods store, production meetings, shooting schedules and mutant cats I've had to deal with the last few days, something had to be cut out, and obviously food and sleep are always the first ones to go. For me at least.
Anyways, while I'm still in a dreamlike fugue from sleep deprivation I'll mention that I do not understand people at all...I just don't get them. Any of them. Perhaps that's why I'm single and likely to end up living alone in the woods with cats and large stacks of National Geographic magazines bound up with twine. Except I don't really like cats, so maybe there'll be pack of ferrets instead.
Ok, I've now stopped making sense even to myself, so I'm going to try and go to bed. Although since no one reads my blog except for me, I suppose It doesn't really matter.
Ciao
-Veelzabub
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I told you I'm the only one who ever reads it!
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