A Bizarre Yesterday

During Thanksgiving break I got to sleep in. Because of that, my body realized how much sleep it misses because of my wee swimming hobby. This week has been rough, I feel like I'm always behind, and my body feels like some careless giant smashed it with a sledge hammer.

Yesterday all of this caught up to me in discrete mathematics. I fell asleep while taking notes, resulting in a huge ink puddle/blob on my paper (I'm not going to talk about the drool). I only woke up when someone's cell phone clattered onto the floor loudly. I awoke with a start, and realized I was going to be late to weights (I leave this class early so I can make it to weights).

You know that strange point of no return? The one that if you push past it, you get delirious and loony? I hit that in the middle of workout in the pool. We were doing our power circuit, a circuit that takes place in two pools. I was in the dive tank and I discovered some goggles. They were huge, ridiculous, and reminded me of the ones I wore as a kid. I put them on.

That's when it all started. I continued to work my butt off, but that didn't stop me of making impressions of little kids wiping their nose, and giggling. I talked with my group trying to figure out the silliest way to intimidate your opponents. They really liked two: One where I wore the little kid goggles, ears flapping out of my cap, and I roared while flexing (think of the x-man, Wolverine), then giggle and wipe my nose. The second, same appearance, but instead, acting like the cute little dinosaur in Jurassic Park. The one that invades the jeep, then turns into this monster with the hissing and strange flap that makes it look bigger.

I was triple-dog-dared to do it to Greg. Who can pass that up? I was loony and stupid enough to do it. I said, "Hey Greg, what do you think of my new stretching routine before my race?" Then I roared at him. He laughed so hard, he almost couldn't stand up...

Then I got to go to class again til 7. Ran to the store afterward to get milk. As I was leaving the store, a little girl pointed at me and shrilly screamed "IT'S SANTA!" I was wearing my U letterman jacket and a white scarf. Dang. I was hoping my beard wouldn't give me away.

I got home, and what should I find? Mom had come and made dinner! So all I had to do was eat, then I was well on my way to that heavenly place called dreams and sleep.