My shirt has puffy shoulders, and every time I turn my head it kind of freaks me out. *turn* *puff* AHH!, etc.

This morning, while trying to squeeze in as many precious seconds of sleep I could get before my insistent bladder made me get out of bed, I had a fairly serious freak out. I was coherent enough to realize that it was Wednesday, but I could not for the life of me remember what my first class of the morning was. I knew on Thursdays I had Social Studies first then a spare, but what the hell was my schedule on Wednesday?

This is all fine and good, except I haven’t been in school in oh say 14 years or so. So not only was I in danger of being late for class this morning, I woke up 16 years old. If you think my updates are sad now, you should see the crap I wrote when my teen angst was real and not just what I do to pass the time on the internet. By the time I was in the shower I had cleared my head of the fog and knew that I wasn’t in high school, this really WAS my apartment, I really am totally fabulous in all ways, and I work as a cosmonaut on a space station. It’s a good thing I figured all this out, because I would sure hate to go about my day all delusional about who I am and what I do.

I am slightly jollier than I was yesterday. Confirmation of our Annual Christmas Wyatt helped; now I just need to get paid so I can shower my beloveds with gifts and meats.