I Miss Avacado--Alot

A huge part of me hopes that Avacado
is secretly reading SQ--
she's pretty wiley and if you google
SQ, my hidden site is actually pretty easy to find.

SO, in part, this post is an invitation
for her to reveal herself . . .

On the other hand, my partner
had better NOT be reading SQ any further
than this brief elipsis . . .


Since school began, I've been spending
most of my time sleeping.
Sleeping, slepping, sleeping.
Especially on T/TH/F when I beat it back
to my home town by 3:00pm to, er,
run an errand, let's just say.

After said errand is completed,
I nap from 3:20-4:00pm.
Every T/TH/F.
I can't help myself. I become over-whelmed
with droopiness.

Then, I usually pass out anywhere
between 8:30pm and 10:00pm.
Even on Saturday night, watching _Seven Samurai_.

What a life.

Meanwhile, a detective is hanging around my office.
He looked me up and down last week
and said, "If I had to pick something different
about you this quarter, I'd say you are much more relaxed."

Was his left eye squinting?

D*mn Paxil.