Sundays are weird. Since I don't have class on Friday, Friday feel like Saturday and then Saturday like Sunday, and Sunday is now just this tacked on day where I don't know what to do with myself. What happened this particular weekend is that I stayed up really super late on Saturday and probably would have slept the whole day away today instead of just most of it if it hadn't been for best friend calling to wake me up and read Shakespeare. It really was a good start to the afternoon. That was followed by getting back into bed and reading a frivolous novel for a few hours. Then I realized I had a headache, and that I was going to try washing some socks. This is what that looked like:

Now they are hanging in there on the "clothes horse" that was in the same closet as the water heater. I really don't think they are going to be dry by the morning. I'm going to put off thinking about that until I really need to.

I wasn't hungry until midnight, so then I made some pasta. That was really my only option. I was supposed to go grocery shopping today, but before i knew it it was 4 o'clock and the day was over and then it got dark at 7 and the store closes at 8 so I said oh well. I only have three hours of class tomorrow.

Also tomorrow: kayaking club things starts. I have to go down to south campus at 19:00 with clothes that can handle getting chlorinated for two hours. I don't know what we're going to be doing. Especially in a kind of small swimming pool. I'm really hoping they don't walk us through how to paddle. That would be annoying.

But, family, how was oyster fest? I hope it wasn't raining like that one year. How about the beer-garitas? They sound weird to me, but I'm sure I'll give them a shot when I get back.