Sleepy... So... Sleepy... BUT FIRST!...

I just got back from an evening shift over at the drugstore. I was scheduled to work until 1AM, but someone cleverly scratched out the "1" and replaced it with a "2", hoping that I hadn't checked it previously. I had, of course, so this desperate bid to scam an extra hour out of me amused me greatly.

The job is a simple one. Product comes in on skids, I help unload it, then stock it on the shelves. Sometimes I get to put theft-preventing stickers on the merchandise, but that's a thrill reserved for special occasions.

The breakroom contained "Double Stuff Oreos" on this particular evening, which is always a good thing.

I spent a little time realizing that my class schedule is desperately screwing over the proposed rehearsal schedule for "Zastrozzi" and trying to figure out a way around it. If anyone knows a tasty Winter course at U of O, drop me a line. I have a few I'm excited about, including "Diction" and "Movement", and I've got one with a very energetic Prof. that I haven't had since First Year.

OK. For reals, I is sleepy. Tomorrow is a day of English catch-up in preparation for my exam on Wednesday (and possibly a brief-but-essential cameo by a certain individual if I play my cards right).

Matthew