Up until I started college, I had always taken my weekends for granted. After all, with karate on Saturday mornings, and Church on Sunday, I don't really have any time to sleep in. But let me tell you, it is great to know that I don't have to get all of my homework done for tomorrow. That I don't have to stay up late finishing those last problems, or writing that last journal entry.
Besides, after getting up at six AM three mornings this week, getting up at seven-thirty can be counted as sleeping in, in my opinion anyway.
This complete change of schedule is having drastic effects on my mind, though. I mean, Last night I dreamt that I was tying some guy to a chair using strips of raw beef that I had just sliced off of an uncooked two-pound sirloin steak with a butcher knife, so that my grandmother could force-feed him raw sausage for his birthday. And if that's not a sign of mental insanity, I don't know what is.
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