I ended up getting up at 9:30 to go get breakfast and call about fingerprinting, and then got back in bed around 10, waking up for the final time at 2 ish.
So that's a total of 27.5 hours of sleep in the last 40 hours.
Awesome.
And, even more awesome, I'm tired AGAIN. Whee.
Update on the fingerprinting saga:
Monday, boss told me I had a week to get fingerprinted.
Thursday, I asked Jonathan to give me a ride to the Barrington PD on Friday. He said he would if I called him before 10 am. I told him I'd call him around quarter of 9. He promised to answer his phone.
Friday, called at 8:30. No answer. 8:45, no answer. Every five minutes until 10:00...no answer. Checked Google maps - the Barrington P.D. is only 1/4 mile from one of the bus stops in Barrington. Went to Barrington, got to the PD after they closed. Awesome.
Saturday, went to the PD before work. Told me to call Monday after 9 to make an appointment.
Sunday, boss e-mailed me to make sure I knew "a week" meant I have until Tuesday morning, and she'll accept a letter on police letterhead confirming I have an appointment if that's all I can get.
Monday, call PD at 9:55 am. Fingerprinting appointment-maker hasn't come in yet. Leave a message. Approximately 12 hours later, no call back. About to e-mail boss and let her know. Anticipate getting fired tomorrow. Frowny face.
The following exchange with my law professor had me all omg:
Me: *wearing Bang a Drummer shirt*
Professor: Nice shirt. I used to play drums.
Me: Neat.
Omg drummer/lawyer/professor HE IS THE DREAM MAN. *dies*
Yesterday marked 6 months since I told Chrissy I was crazy about her. I'm happy. Happy happy happy. Yay happy.
I've been on a huge solo Bruce Dickinson kick the past couple days (when I haven't been comatose). I've got maybe 5 Dickinson solo songs. Thank you brain.
I think that's all the babbling for now.
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