Because I'm Sleepy

I'm making a (legal) cheat sheet for an upcoming quiz on Saturday and darn I'm just so sleepy. But I'm kinda scared to sleep, well, of course aside from the fact that there's this thing to be finished. But sleep kinda makes me worried now that I've had many not-so-peaceful-sleep-nights, although luckily now sleep comes more easily than these past few days - weeks - I lost track.

I just finished my tutorial and it felt good. Hahahaha. Damn integration, but yea, solving you felt good.

I'm listening to Joe Hisaishi's music accompanied by generated rain sound from rainymood, and how I wish it really rains outside, so that it will be cool and nice. But it doesn't, but this is good enough. Though it makes me even sleepier. Could there be such a thing like addicted to rain?

It rained this afternoon when I was doing my laundry. Thank God for dryer, yes. Actually I had been sleepy since this morning that I fell asleep waiting for my laundry (I didn't accidentally fall asleep, I did plan to sleep. I often do when waiting for my laundry. It makes it easier to wake up when you need to move your laundry).

Sports day after that was pretty fun, running under a light drizzle. I was so out of breath. That is the result of severe lack of exercise. Silly lazy girl. Ah, it's alright. It doesn't bother me most of the time. But I admit it would be great if I can be physically stronger.

I feel like reading some poems. Well, poems do have their charm. But sometimes they're simply hard. And a sense of language is another matter, too. But they're just pretty cool because of the emotions and subtlety. And quoting poems might be the most romantic thing ever (yes, still intoxicated by Time Traveller's Wife).

Talking about good stories, I was just thinking that some authors are great only in their first books probably because they've waited all their life to produce that one single book. So that book is not just a result for few years' hard work, but the embodiment of their thoughts, their feelings, their journey, all their lives. Could it be?

A few days ago my friends kindly and very nicely celebrated my birthday by cooking for us. It was kind of heartwarming, haphazard scene - you know, like three girls and a bunch of guys walking around chopping garlic and cooking pasta and having these stupid talks we always have. I drank a little, actually more than usual, since it was, well, special, and after that I can feel my reaction slowing. So it's concluded that I have low treshold. Well. And I welcome another addition to my room, a Domo doll. He/she accompanies me at night now, sitting peacefully beside my pillow.

I'm listening to a song called Impossible Dream. I had this conversation with my absurd friends this morning. One of them is telling us about part of his dream and I told them that I dreamed that I fell into a lake (I could actually feel the sensation of water and aquatic plants in my dream), swam to the shore, and suddenly the setting change to something of a snow mountain. And my friends (who are all guys) commented that girls' dreams are pretty detailed and elaborate, while men's are pretty simple. Then one of them actually told us that he dreamed that A and B (two of our other friends) are actually cyborg, one cyborg in fact, with interchangeable heads. And they say it's simple.