Perhaps the standard eight hours of sleep is not enough for me. Perhaps I need 10 each night. Hmm. Last night I actually managed to go to bed by 1:00, which was supposedly good because I didn’t have to get up until 9. However, I am still quite sleepy this morning.
But no matter, I still have to head off to the lovely Durand building, where I will spend the day slaving over homework and praying for this week to end. And it is only Tuesday! What a bad sign.
(4:57 p.m.)
It is sooo nice outside. Blue skies, cool breeze, bright sunshine. The weather has definitely taken a turn for the warmer this week, and I love it. California is certainly not going to let me leave in June without having given me as many moments as possible to wish there was some way to have the best of both worlds…a nice job in Houston, with the setting of Stanford.
Ok, ok. I know, enough about how nice California is, and how yucky Houston is. I really am looking forward to the move. But I will also enjoy these months as a west coaster. Woo! I should learn to surf or something. I was informed the other day that over by Half Moon Bay (which is not far), there are some of the most dangerous waves in the world for surfing. That sounds exciting…to watch, anyway.
