//4:30? Isn't it only 3:30? WHAT'S GOING ON?!//

Bastard daylight savings has struck again, and confused the crap outta me. This whole weekend has been off, starting with Friday night.

It's the end of classes save exams next week, so April and I decided we needed to get drunk. Now, I haven't had a drink in over a year, so I figured I'd be hammered quickly. Was I? No. Three bahama mama sunrises and a rum and coke later, I was still lucid and upright. What the hell? For the amount of rum in my system, I should have at least had a decent buzz. LibraryBoy came down and had a rum and coke, and we stood in the kitchen groping and making out until April got really pissed off and told us to go to his room, which we did. We're horrible people, I know, but Jesus, it's so fun pissing her off. We eventually hit the sack around 4, and I slept clear until 11, only waking up at one point when his arm was smothering me.

We spent the day lounging in bed flipping between tennis and Pope TV and fooling around.

//Pope dead yet?//

"Nope...wanna fool around?"

//Enh, sure.//

*awhile later*

//Pope dead yet?//

"Uhhhh...yes!"

When I finally came back down to my room, I was greated by April bitching about Fuckwit being up here and how could he do that to her? She shut up long enough for us to watch Flight of the Phoenix, and then ripped into the situation again. Finally I told her I was going to bed, when really I just wanted to sit at my computer and do nothing. This is when the daylight savings disaster struck, and I forced myself to go to bed.

Like sand through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives...