And, because it's the last Monday in January, it just had to go out with a bang. Almost literally.
First, it was cold. REALLY cold. I only knew I was blinking because every few seconds things would go dark. I couldn't actually feel myself blink. And then I crawled in bed and slept for about 2 hours.
Second is a sad, sad story. So The Boy didn't really want to walk back up to campus, you know? And who could blame him? Not I, for certain. So I told him that I'd take him to campus. We're walking down the stairs to the parking garage and I'm about to put my foot down. I think to myself, "Hum. I think I'm going to miss this step and go tumbling down the stairs." I then proceed to miss the step and go tumbling down the stairs. Luckily The Boy likes to hold my hand (sorry if that's too mushy for you), so he tightened his grip and kept me from falling down all the stairs. Only now my arm is slightly sore muscled and, while I haven't actually looked yet, I'm pretty sure I've got a sizable bruise on my back now from where I landed on one of the stairs.
Anyway, if I didn't have a paper to turn in tomorrow, I might not be able to wake up and go to class so I wouldn't mind staying up a little longer. As it stands, though, I do have a little somethin' somethin' to turn in, so I'm off to bed. Let's hope there are no more fallings tomorrow and that the weather gets better again soon.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths