I slept for 12 hours last night. I know that's only average for some people, but that's a whole lot for me. I was disappointed at first because I thought I wasted time. Now I realize that sleeping that long is simply a beautiful experience that is to be enjoyed as long as possible. Maybe I grew!!! Now I have nothing to do. Nothing to fret over. Nothing to read/write/ponder. Well there is definitely one thing to fret over, but it's not something I need to sit down for. I wish I could go to utc for christmas stuff, but I can't. If I'm seen there it will seem like I intentially went down there to bump into her. Dammit. Somebody call me so I'll stop thinking.