ughh

So... I went to bed last night at 3:30. I was planning on sleeping till 11:30. A decent, 8 hours of sleep. I woke up at 1 pm and realized, not only did I set my alarm for 11:30 PM rather than am, I've also slept through half of class. I stay in bed thinking and praying about something that a friend from home emailed me last night. Then I get up and realize that the apple cider I accidentally left in the microwave last night was poured down the sink by my roommate, which is understandable because it was out all night, but also frustrating because I hate wasting food, especially apple cider which is sooo good. So I was kind of mad at myself. Then I realized I'm standing on some sort of gross mess on the kitchen floor, which reminded me that my roommates and I still don't have chore assignments, and some of our dishes have disappeared, one of which doesn't belong to me, so I have to try and figure out where it went. Then I talked to Anissa and she cheered me up a lot by sending me a song in which the singer wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and one of the bad things that happens is that they are pulled over for going 85 in as 55. So it made me realize that things for me could be worse. So I'm having a pajama day and taking okcupid tests. According to a Harvard study (why Harvard puts their tests on okcupid is beyond me) I'll be dead by October 2068, at the age of 84.3. But look on the bright side, I will have lived 7.2 years longer than my life expectancy. Its 54% probable that the cause of death will be heart attack. But, it could also be car accident (24%), loneliness (13%), drowning of the lungs (5%). Anyway... for some reason that cheered me up. And now that I've spent the whole day in pajamas, with a pretty kitten sleeping next to me, and a sandalwood candle burning, I feel a lot better.