Now some days, they last longer than others...

Tuesday, February 24. Day two of attempted integration back into real life after the longest mid-winter break in recorded history (or so it felt).

7:00 a.m. Wake up to killer headache. Stumble into bathroom and realize the Advil bottle is empty. Groan, thrown on clothes, and drive to school. Break four-day streak of not wearing concert tees by throwing on a Nickel Creek shirt. Decide dressing like an adult is overrated anyway.

8:16 a.m. Suzy asks, "Do congenitally blind people dream in images?" Spend the rest of the class period figuring out the answer. (No.)

9:10 a.m. Wonder why economics teacher repeatedly implies that California's green initiatives are the main cause of California's budget crisis.

9:30 a.m. Write the worst essay on supply- and demand-side economics. Forget to check for comma splices.

10:04 a.m. Attempt to read Dracula. Decide to draw an eye instead.

11:17 a.m. Principal comes on intercom and uses a word that isn't in the dictionary. The joys of a public school education.

11:40 a.m. Microwave Lean Cuisine for working lunch in AP Chem since teacher is pregnant and abandoning the class before the AP exam to have her little "chemlet."

11:53 a.m. Chem teacher announces that those taking the AP exam don't have to take the final. Consider weeping for joy.

12:20 p.m. Mention plans for going back to Bonnaroo. Teacher advises to stay away from the mescaline.

12:27 p.m. Calculate the pH of peyote.

1:05 p.m. Check spelling of name for diploma. Three more months!

1:20 p.m. Arrive at work.

1:23 p.m. Realize Rilo Kiley hasn't been played on the iPod for a while. Shelve Bush's biography to The Execution of All Things. Oh the irony!

2:30 p.m. Hear "Science vs. Romance." Think of quote heard the other day. Get a brilliant idea for a mog post for tomorrow.

3:15 p.m. Pick up little sister.

3:22 p.m. Wait almost thirty minutes at the post office to mail the last of required college financial aid documents.

3:55 p.m. Meet friends for free pancakes at IHOP. Shovel the short stack into mouth at a ridiculously fast rate. Mmm...

4:19 p.m. Pass out onto the couch from food coma.

7:16 p.m. Wake up. Get online. Find out friends in Egypt narrowly escaped bombing.

7:32 p.m. Pick up Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. Marvel at the wonders of everyday life.