I'm very tired.
I want more than seven-point-five hours of sleep tonight.
In that spirit, I'm going to hit the sack.
Where does that idiom spring from, anyway? Doesn't make any sense to me. Maybe mattresses are like sacks, or something? Anyway, if there were to be anything to write, I'd go to bed slightly ticked because I'm too tired to blog it. However, there isn't much to write, so I shall go to bed happy.
I will note, however, and in doing so contradict my earlier statement that I'm going to bed, that the usual group went to Starbucks after school today, by various means of transportation. Elena, while pulling into a parking space, knocked a small bit of glass out of her headlight by hitting someone else's bumper. The damage to the other person's car was almost nonexistent - a small corner of their bumper was bent up. We're talking about a half square inch of plastic here, ugly gray plastic that you never have any reason to take a close look at. Elena said she would have paid for it out of pocket, but the lady insisted on calling the police and stuff. How terribly annoying; at least it's not the sort of accident that'll postpone Elena's graduated license any further.
And now I shall reverify my earlier statement that I'm going to bed by the unexpected procedure of going to bed.
posted on Wednesday, May 21, 2003
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