I will elaborate on what happened last night at Barbarella when I am not feeling as exhausted as I do right now. This is the second time I have come home relatively late at night, just wanting to take a shower and go to sleep, and there is one of the housemates already in the shower. Irrational annoyance floods me because they all tend to take morning showers so this shouldn't happen.
So while I am waiting for them to get out, I can write about what happened today it a broad overview, excluding some things that can only be explained by events from the previous night.
Today I woke up at 8:30 with only six hours of sleep. I could have slept more if it were for the sunlight that comes through the very top part of my window. I tried to put my pillow over my face sans mouth since I get claustrophobic feeling very easily, but it didn't work. So I got up feeling a bit queasy, but I knew I wasn't really sick.
However, I knew pretty much everyone from last night was going to be hanging out today and they mentioned tubing the river. I hadn't done that yet despite at least one other invitation to go recently. It is very unlike me to call out sick to work. I tend to go in for a few hours and ask to leave early if anything, but I am just so burned out with the ridiculousness of that place that I don't feel like doing any favors.
So yeah, I did just call and said I wasn't feeling up to working and they took it for whatever they please, I guess.
The trip itself was okay. Nate was raving about how much fun we had, but for what was suppose to be a three hour relaxing ride down the river, was in actuality a five hour semi-relaxing journey down the river coupled with quite long stretches of getting caught in the rocks and having to nearly cut open your feet to walk your tube across. I should have realized that tubing a river during a drought would not be very wise, but I didn't.
So while I am waiting for them to get out, I can write about what happened today it a broad overview, excluding some things that can only be explained by events from the previous night.
Today I woke up at 8:30 with only six hours of sleep. I could have slept more if it were for the sunlight that comes through the very top part of my window. I tried to put my pillow over my face sans mouth since I get claustrophobic feeling very easily, but it didn't work. So I got up feeling a bit queasy, but I knew I wasn't really sick.
However, I knew pretty much everyone from last night was going to be hanging out today and they mentioned tubing the river. I hadn't done that yet despite at least one other invitation to go recently. It is very unlike me to call out sick to work. I tend to go in for a few hours and ask to leave early if anything, but I am just so burned out with the ridiculousness of that place that I don't feel like doing any favors.
So yeah, I did just call and said I wasn't feeling up to working and they took it for whatever they please, I guess.
The trip itself was okay. Nate was raving about how much fun we had, but for what was suppose to be a three hour relaxing ride down the river, was in actuality a five hour semi-relaxing journey down the river coupled with quite long stretches of getting caught in the rocks and having to nearly cut open your feet to walk your tube across. I should have realized that tubing a river during a drought would not be very wise, but I didn't.
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