I'm starting to thing that maybe this whole up at five a.m. bullshit is working to my benefit. I've been doing my homework after Paige goes home. Whats the difference between 4 hours of sleep and 3? An hour. Thats nothing. I can get an hour on those benches outside of my Spanish room. Sleep is easy come easy go.
          I have noticed, however, that I've been more sluggish at work and I've been sleeping for a majority of the weekend. Sibebar- My left index finger hurts. That's probably because I cut the nail too close to the cuticle.- end sidebar. It's hard to sleep that long because my rromate wakes me up and bugs me to pay attention to him or my cousin will wake me up bring me to a friends house. That was actually pretty cool. 
          If he hadn't have done that, I wouldn't have opened all my shitty, shitty, shitty mail that I've been piling up for a month, or realized that some of my medical dealings aren't finished being taken care of yet.  I also wouldn't have opened them if I hadn't have gotten a threatening-looking yellow envelope. It turned out to be. . . threatening. I even got my Fasfa done, I think.
          Anyway, yesterday in Spanish class, three of the students did a presentation about the trip they took to Puerto Vallarta. I want to go. I don't see why so many Mexicans are leaving that equatorial paradise for this frigid, shit-stinking, colorless, barely cultured sink hole. All they end up doing is working 8 hour days just to end up smelling like beacon. iQue Pestoso!
          Wow! I'm negative this late at night. The only time I'm usually negative is when I'm trying to be because I know what I'm getting is better than what I'm expecting. Exaggerating the amount of time I have to wait for something positive seems to work for me. Then it ends up taking less time than I was expecting which is positive.
          Last time I tried to write one of these blog deals, it ended up being pure rant. I lost it before I could post it, though. Oh well. Time for bed. If you were wondering. . . I got the title because I was eating popcorn chicken. They taste like cardboard.