+ listening to: "not for all the love in the world" by The Thrills
+ mood: completely disoriented

I was awakened this morning by the wringing of my cell phone. It was on the other side of the room by my computer. I jumped out of the bed to answer it as I realized that I may have overslept for class. As I went for the phone. I looked at my alarm clock: 8:49.

Shoot.

I hastily answered, and after having a brief chat with my younger sister about her anxieties about turning in her argumentative essay on blood transfusion alternatives, I rushed to get ready.

Fully dressed, I went back to look at the clock. 9:02 a.m. My class doesn't start until 10:10. I don't know what was going on with my mind. It is now 9:11, so I've got about an hour to kill before class. I could be productive and work on sketches for my children's book, or layout for my web site design project. . . in so doing, actually being productive, for once.

Well, the first thing I'll do is go find some grub, because I'm always starving after my studio classesÃ?–they last two and a half to almost three hours, and we can't eat in the computer lab. I'll see what happens after that, and return this afternoon with a progress report.