a day in the life

We were talking about blogs at our impromtu PIRG social tonight, and Nicole remarked that people tend to lose their drive to produce meaningful entries.
I agree wholeheartedly.
So I have to apologize for this, because it's... yes... a report of my day.
Why?
Because, despite the minimal amount of sleep I've had in the last while, I cannot seem to quiet my mind.

So... today:

- Wicked witch hair (everywhere)
- Shift at the teahouse, where a beautiful woman with a knit hat and heavy-lidded eyes gave me smiles and compliments
- Found Max's sock and wore it to work
- Tore out more of my hair in the shower
- Literally ran to the PIRG meeting (and was only 2 minutes late)
- PIRG planning... very excited about interesting workshop possibilities/campaign for BOD
- Wilf's with the PIRG, planned a stoner social/Phil's and dancing
- Got home, was offered special brownie
- Plans of relaxing and brownie-eating foiled by Kirk's intolerable sisters coming to visit
- Took off for tea and scrabble/sketch chinese food
- Max still wearing my black and red argyle kneesock
- Freezing cold walk, passed many drunken people
- Home
- Blog/wonder why anyone reads this... real entry soon, I promise!!! *looks around shiftily*
- ....sleep? (that's all, folks)