,This morning I was rudely awakened at 9 a.m. on the dot by the phone. This was horribly confusing and I couldn't figure out what the eff the noise was. I thought it was the alarm, then realized, no, the alarm is set to the radio. Then I thought it was my computer, despite the fact that my computer doesn't make that sort of noise. By the time I realized that it was the bloody phone, it had stopped ringing and there was a message.

It was from counselling services, asking me to come in for an appointment for tutor training. Not that I really want to tutor, but I want the $11 an hour I'd be making. So I filled out the forms, handed them off to a professor for a reference, and that was that.

Ahahaha! I'm just sitting here now, flipping through the channels, and what do I happen upon? RUDY! Oh Sean Astin, how I love you. I was going to get into bed and read because I've just started Lost in a Good Book, the second novel in Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next series, but buggard I can't peel my eyes away from Sam trying to play football.