That's how much sleep I got last night. I slept in yesterday until eleven, and then I couldn't fall asleep until one-thirty - but daylight savings meant that was actually two-thirty. I had to wake up at 6:45 to get ready for my aunt and uncle, who were coming with their three little boys to have breakfast with us. They live in Vegas, so we hadn't seen them in nearly a year.
At church, there were missonary speakers in sacrament meeting. One of their names was Gundloch. I entertained myself the entire time saying his last name over and over in my head, and giggling to myself. In Sunday School, I began to fall asleep. By Young Womans, I was so dead. I was sleeping with my eyes open, I swear. Occassionally, I'd be startled awake by the teacher's voice raising, or my stomach growling. My day-dreams (I suppose I should call them) were haunted by Mini-Wheats. That's both literally and figuratively, for those of you who are wondering. O.o
And now, I am home. I have Savior of the World practice in an hour and a half, and I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open and my mind off my dying stomach. The entire house smells of baked potatoes. *wails* Ooooh, fooooooooooood!
I'd better go read of something to get my mind off of food :(.
P.S. Happy Pi day everyone! 3.1415926535 (Oh yeah - I had all of that memorized ;) ).
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