Shadow, Pt. 2

Okay, so I kind of lied in this morning's post. Not about shadowing at my probably-new-school or the fact that I was terrified. I didn't have any dreams last night, delightfully eccentric or otherwise. 


1. The school is awesome. I want to go there. I had no reason to be terrified this morning.
2. Don't ask for a #2, because I don't really have anything else to say. 
3. Now I feel immature for laughing at Thing #2. 


Now, I'm going to go nap. Today was a long day for a person whose usual morning schedule is:


1. Wake up at 8 AM, fall back asleep, wake up again an hour later
2. Grab Andy (the laptop) and check my email, the PE thread, Games, Diversions, And Other Exciting Forms of Procrastination, and my blog.
3. (optional) Eat breakfast. 


Post Script: I've just found out that it is National Cow Week. That must have been lovely for the people who didn't get up at 7 because their alarm clock failed to wake them at 6:30.


Post Post Script: I don't know whether post script is one word. 


Post Post Post Script: Apparently, it is.


Post Post Post Post Script: I'm going to put a quote and a picture in here, just so that I have this post labeled as something other than Immature Jokes. 

If you are an aspiring writer, write. Don't think about writing, don't plan to write, don't hope to write. Just write.

--Neil Gaiman

(The quote has absolutely nothing to do with the picture, other than they are both related to Doctor Who. I'm a nerd.)


EDIT: Amazing thing of today: Try listening to this while reading this post. And remember to look at the purdy pictures!