Today, however, would be even longer -- I caught a poetry slam that lasted until after 7. (It was AWESOME, by the way. I'm attending a free writing workshop they're putting on tomorrow at the library.)
I actually had a short break just before their performance, and I wanted to go home and get some dinner...except that it would cost me $15 duckets to get my car out of the ramp! Screw that! They stop monitoring the ramp at midnight -- then I can get the damn car out for free.But to stay until midnight, I'd still need to go home to get the power pack for my laptop and workout clothes. So I took the bus home anyway, gathered up all my stuff, and then caught the next bus back to campus. Despite my ambitions to be productive, I am dead on my feet nonetheless. I have no desire to exercise, so I'm counting the 30-minute walk to and from the bus stop as my workout. Actually, being on foot in the cold night air was peacefully invigorating, if that's possible. Though it had "cold and lonely" written all over it, I really enjoyed waiting for the bus alone in the dark.
The walk across campus to the student union was also pretty fantastic -- though I nearly froze my fingers off to get a photo of the capitol building that even approached being in focus. Worth it, anyway.
But now, despite drinking down a large coffee, I can barely keep my eyes open except to look longingly at my car, trapped on the third level of the parking ramp for another hour and a half.I wanna go home and go to bed!
