Good Moooooorning, Galesburg!

There's something about listening to music in your silent common room at 7:30 in the morning, when the rest of campus is asleep, that makes it better than listening to music at any other hour, or any other place. The sunlight is streaming through the window, casting gold on the walls, and the chairs, and I can see little motes floating in the air. But the sun doesn't hit my computer screen to bother me. It's also shining through the beads we have hanging beside our curtains--which is why we can't close them.

Why would I be awake at 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday after staying out until two in the morning watching movies at Drew? Because I just decided to stay there on the couch with Patrick and sleep. Eventually we discovered that the couch was not large enough, so he re-arranged the room and put two couches together to make it more comfortable. And then we sort of went to sleep at three-ish. At four we woke up and it was freezing, tried to sleep, woke up at five, still freezing. More trying to sleep, seven, still freezing. Just stayed awake and talked about how cold it was, and then I decided to return to Post. It was actually less cold outside than inside. *growls* He walked me back to Post, and then went back to Seymour, which is nice, because I know he's sick. I think he's probably sick with what I had earlier. If not, I will most DEFINITELY become ill within the next few weeks. Given the state of my immune system and all: negligible.

Yesterday, Andy and Rohel claimed that I take parts of people's souls, thus proving that I am a Valkyrie.

But only if I make them fight for me.