I got up at 8 this morning. There is nothing remotely funny about that so I will move on...through the art history test I didn't study for ...through the 2D design class I didn't prepare for...and through the L ride I didn't want to wait for.

You with me still? We'll just wait for everyone to catch up... So I get off the train at my stop. (I'm THAT good--I remembered where my stop was) A lady got off the train with her hair piled at least 6 inches off her head. Around it she was wearing this blue scarf. I don't know about you, but my thought? "Marge Simpson."

Later on during the evening... (This evening, amazingly) My roommate reminded me that we had to pick up this futon frame from her friend's apartment. She said is was light. Apparently, our versions of 'light' when carrying something for 3 blocks...differ to say the least.