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rebeccmeisterI love the mornings when I reluctantly drag myself out of bed and want nothing more than to crawl right back in, but then by the middle of rowing practice I hit my stride and feel good about life. It was one of those mornings. I'm extremely grateful for the fact that on at least Fridays there are two other people counting on me to show up (on other days, there's at least one other person, and I don't have his phone number so I can't call him and choose to skip practice).
A secret admirer left a note in the gecko house yesterday:
It's nice (and cute) to see that thing get some use, although it made my brain all bubbly and useless for quite a while (the admirer's not really that secret). I am certain this amuses some of my friends to no end. [Probably one of my favorite parts of all of this is thinking about how ridiculous I always find other people to be when they are in a comparable infatuatory state, and trying to figure out how ridiculous I must be as well, but then I stop caring, which is clearly a side effect of the malaise.] I really have no idea what I'm getting myself into here, but that's never stopped me before, now has it?
A secret admirer left a note in the gecko house yesterday:
It's nice (and cute) to see that thing get some use, although it made my brain all bubbly and useless for quite a while (the admirer's not really that secret). I am certain this amuses some of my friends to no end. [Probably one of my favorite parts of all of this is thinking about how ridiculous I always find other people to be when they are in a comparable infatuatory state, and trying to figure out how ridiculous I must be as well, but then I stop caring, which is clearly a side effect of the malaise.] I really have no idea what I'm getting myself into here, but that's never stopped me before, now has it?
