JUDGE BREAD

I cannot go to sleep before 4 a.m. which is all nice, and silly, when I have nighttime committments but when I have to be up at 6 a.m. it is a bit of a bother. Last night for 2 hours I couldn't stop thinking about the time I went to a C-level pro-wrestling circuit match with my bud James Hinz in 3rd great that happened to snag Sgt. Slaughter. Halfway through he invited all the kids in the ring, and in my confused, heroic state I thought for sure we were to wrestle him. As I stretched out on the ropes and hopped up and down I thought "man for man we are weak, but in numbers: WE ARE STRONG" and we were to go all "WOLVERINES!" on him, but it turns out he was just a nice sgt. lettin the kids in the cockpit.

And class is so long when I am that tired but I get home and am finally awake, but I'm like 4 hrs. from the first news stories and my eyes are in no kinda shape to read on my computer, so I just keep checking twitter hoping roger ebert gives me some good one liners.

But today I went to the market and bought some french bread rolls. And the bags had steam on them they were cooked so recently. I was drooling on my long walk home, giddy as a school boy. I ate four rolls already, and there are still 6 more!

But yeah, even though I'm finally awake my room smells so I'm gonna take a nap just to avoid that for a few sweet hours.