Sleep

is a wonderful thing. Tuesday was Veteran's Day, and while I got the day off from work I didn't get it off from training, skeleton, and school.

Started the day at 5:00am, muttering to myself all the while "It's a holiday...I should be sleeping in...who get's up at 5am on a holiday...you're a sucker for punishment..." and so on. Then I:

• Drove down to Salt Lake (1/2 hour drive) and had a brutal weight workout
• Went straight to the U library, on wobbly legs, to research a term paper for 2 hours
• Drove back to Park City
• Tried to make french toast for breakfast, and found that all our eggs were bad (blech)
• Went to the store to buy eggs and milk
• Came home, cooked french toast from 7 grain bread and cinnamon (delicious, if you do wonder)
• Went to the track, slid for 2 hours
• Went home, changed
• Drove BACK to Salt Lake for class, did a group presentation
• Drove BACK to Park City, and got home at 6pm

I walked in the door, asked Brad what time it was, and if I could go to bed......long story short, he made me stay awake for another 2 hours so I wouldn't wake up at 10pm and be miserable all night (smart man), and I struggled to stay awake while he cooked me dinner (such a sweet guy, eh?) and we watched an episode of Mythbusters (the best show ever).

And then I couldn't take it anymore, it was late enough that I might sleep through the night, so I crawled into bed. At 8:15pm. And proceeded to read for a bit and fall into a deep sleep. At 8:45pm. And this girl slept straight through until 6am, to start it all over again. Amazing! What a wonderful feeling that was. And that's all. G'night!