Scads

I was lying in bed this morning when I realised that my sleep schedule s almost the reverse of what it should be.

It was 4:30 am, see, and I was just getting to bed after another almost-all-nighter of putting off and eventually doing way-too-easy stats homework. The homework for this stats class is so unbelievably easy that it seems like a waste of time to be doing it; I might as well be making paper snowflakes for the all the intellectual engagement I feel.

It's not that I'm in the twilight of my undergraduate years ("decade", some would call it), so I should be trying to start a real-world sleep schedule, nor is it my age, advanced as it is. The problem is that I'm leaving for Spring Break tonight and in the next week I'll have some of the most hellish flight times I've ever known.

Note to potential burglars: Everything you've heard of my Bachelor Pad of Earthly Delights was an exaggeration to get you in the sack. Nothing to steal here, no sir/ma'am!

I'm leaving tonight at 9:30pm, flying to Edmonton. Last night at 9:30 I was just getting up from a nap, which is sort of bad, schedule-continuity-wise. I've got an overnight layover in Edmonton and then fly to Laguna Beach via Las Vegas at 6 am. For you unseasoned travelers out there, let me put the pieces together for you: a 6 am flight means I have to be at the airport at 4 am. Last night I hadn't even gone to bed by 4 am. So ... you see ... my schedule is exactly the opposite of what it should be. I'm taking along a book on PHP programming, so hopefully that will have an effect on me similar to that of every other programming book I've ever read: instant dreamland.

But all of this sleep schedule nonsense is still far in the future; in the meantime, I have to eat 5 eggs, a pound of coldcuts, and a small brick of goat cheese, lest they go bad while I'm away. The funny thing is that I'm concerned about eating food before it goes bad only when I'm leaving for a trip; at all other times, I like to watch the contents of my fridge form their own daily-changing artist's pallette.





EGGS ...