Sometimes I worry that I'm regressing to a past self: lately I've had a lot of difficulty saying "no" to people, a problem that I had to deal with a lot my first few years of high school. Luckily I became friends with Steph, and that little problem sorted itself out. It's been popping up again, so hopefully a few weeks with her at Christmas will wipe it out again. I hate being a pushover.
Went out with W. and a bunch of people for his birthday on Friday. While I'd been joking all night that I wanted him to barf that night, it was much less funny when it happened at 5 a.m. on his bedroom floor. It became waaaaaay less funny when it was clear that he was going to pass out again and had no intention of cleaning it up. It became not funny at all when I found myself kneeling on the floor with a pile of tissues, cleaning up his puke. On the plus side, we'd been at Brutopia for raspberry beer, so it didn't even smell that bad, which is the only thing that kept me from tossing my cookies, which is normally what happens when someone barfs around me.
Part of it is such a weird relationship: because he works at a bar, he's used to staying up until 4 in the morning, and then sleeping until 2 pm the next day; whereas I prefer to sleep at 1 am, and wake up at 10 and get shit done during the day. So there's like, an 11 hour period where we're both awake that overlaps.
I have my only exam on Tuesday, open book. I must say, I've had much less inclination to study lately. After I handed in my last paper, all I've wanted to do is sleep, watch movies, and listen to music. I swore I'd study this afternoon, but it looks like more of the same. I haven't had enough sleep lately, so I'll probably nap in the afternoon, and then get down to work. Except W's going to call when he wakes up, and most likely will distract me by bringing me food or something.
