Feeling: triumphant (and a little bit eeee-vil)
Listening to: Vienna Teng - Homecoming (Walter's Song)
Reading/Watching: "Body Ritual Among the Nacirema" - Horace Miner

For the first time in, oh, ever, I woke up and needed to do homework before mon coeur needed to go to work (usually it's the other way 'round).

I got up, briefly checked e-mail, read the assignment, and typed up a one-page paper on it, before moving onto the next item on my list.

He wriggled, and tossed, and threw the covers over his head, because his keyboard is loud, and I type quickly. When he finally got up for work, I asked sweetly, "I'm sorry, was I keeping you up?"

He hugged me around the neck and said, "No, not really." (with my girl-perceptiveness, I suspect he was trying to be nice so that I didn't feel guilty.)

Next time I'm trying to sleep, let's see if he stays up playing World of Warcraft with that thunderous keyboard again. Hah.

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