Just now, regarding a discussion of today’s Towerlight:

“I wonder how those work.”

“What? Condoms?”

I really don’t think I can find the words adequate to describe the sleep I got last night. You have to understand that I was exhausted — from an uneasy tossing and turning night from drinking Saturday, to having to wake up bum early Monday morning after staying up late studying for today’s test, last night I’d had enough of everything, and when, after an unusually busy (hoorah!) Monday, I finally got home, the first thing I did was to verify that I had enough clean clothes to get me through today.

… and once I’d done that, I dropped myself into bed and woke up after over eight hours of sleep, yes, fifteen minutes before my alarm went off at 7:30am (I still couldn’t get good parking at Towson - damn resident students with cars!).

Most importantly, I woke up after a great night of the most restful comfortable sleep I’ve had since at least, I dunno, Friday. It was wonderastic and I hope for a repeat performance tonight.

(I think I’ll bring a copy of the Towerlight home with me…)

I’ve got a test today, so not much commentary from me on this photo, the cover of today’s Towerlight. That’s right - this chick’s body is plastered all over campus. Anyway, like I said, test, so I gotta get back to studying my ass off, but go read Ryan’s take on it.

Well, I got my taxes done Sunday - and by “got them done” I mean “in pencil.” I have to run by the post office, get duplicate forms, ink those, photocopy them, write the State of Maryland a check and get everything in the mail. But now that I’ve got the hard stuff over with — y’know, all the adding and subtracting I had to do (thank Zeus’ butthole for calculators!) everything else should be a cinch.

I owe the state thirty-five bucks, which is by far the least I’ve owed them in the last few years (I upped my state withholding because I was tired of trying to scrape up a couple hundred bucks at a pinch). However, as a nice counterbalance to owing the state thirty-some bucks, I’m getting a two-hundred and seventy dollar refund from the Feds. Yes, I know - how pathetic. What kind of a high roller can I be?

Well, I’m not — I’m a low roller, baby, and that’s just how I damn near like it.

Hah. As if. But, hey, graduate in a month and a half and then, hopefully, I’ll be on my way towards being a high roller … well, hell, I can hope, right?