sleepy matty

YEA for not writing anything for one whole month, at least as far as my blog is concerned. BOO for finals in less than 56 hours. So I slept in my car last night, a very odd experience, one that I was not looking forward to, until three this morning, than the thought of sleeping curled into a ball in the front seat of a 1986 Pontiac s600LE, (classic grandpa car) sounded pretty darn good. I think that this morning was the first time in my life that I thought I would be happier if I were shorter, being tall is cool, being not freakishly tall is cool, but being 6’2”+ and trying to sleep in the front seat of the car, not so cool.

I just got off the phone with Jon, so I was supposed to sleep at his house last night. I cruse in at about 230 or 3 this morning, after “chaperoning” the dance out in Mac, dog tired and knowing that I have to get up like at 545 so yea for three hours of sleep. So I try the door, it is locked, and there is no key under the mat, so I am like, hungh, I guess I will just sleep in the car. So, Jon and Ky let loose with the verbal abuse this morning, so I guess I should have just knocked, so now I know, and knowing is half the battle. I did not think he would have minded, but I don’t think I was thinking to straight this morning, I just wanted to go to bed. Thinking about it now, I would have no problem knocking at any time, so I guess I was just feeling weird because Jon has a house, wow, we are getting old and starting to “grow up”. Oh well, back to “work”.