New Day

I had trouble sleeping last night so I arose around 2:30 am with a spring in my step to the chorus of obnoxious drunks prowling the halls of the building. I have come to call it "daycare" because that is what 19-21 yr. old people living in another country need. I began immediately to finish my presentation on the Patriot Act for our "Terrorism Seminar" this Saturday. Sounds interesting doesn't it! It was interesting as billed, but much like the "Patriot Act," which has nothing to do with "patriots," our Terrorism Seminar has morphed into a 6 hours class on a Saturday. I couldn't be less thrilled. I also couldn't care less about the Patriot Act, but since I am an American my professors decided I would love the extra-work of preparing a presentation on it. At least a 6 hour class gives me an organized venue to do my sitting around tomorrow. But today was different, I awoke a man inspired. Today I was going to try to do all three things: sit around, walk around, and sleep. I am two-thirds of the way through with only sleeping left. I want to pace myself though so I can hopefully sleep up to bedtime and then go back to sleep without having to do anymore sitting around because I am plum tuckered out from my sitting around up to now. Finally, the inventor of solitaire could not have dreamt up a name to make you feel more pathetic for sitting around all day and playing solitaire.