So...in a matter of days my high school years will be left behind me.  *sigh*  The only thing I'm nervous about, I think, are those stairs coming down the aisles (it takes me at least three tries to spell that word right...ideally) in the Masonic.  It was pretty scary climbing them in tennis shoes, and the dress shoes I bought don't feel as though they'd stop me from barreling down into the orchestra below.  And it's not as though that'd be worth any laughs, cause I'm the second person to come down those stairs.  Of course I'd crush Stephanie Jones on impact and then I'd have to sit on stage the whole time with the horrible weight of knowing that I'd killed our salutatorian...and that's the best case scenario.  But I'm sure this has run through everyone's mind standing at the top of those stairs and squinting down at the tiny people in the audience below....I actually am afraid of heights.

I took a nap today.  and though I haven't quite rid myself of the headache I was trying to sleep off, it felt good.  I haven't napped in...well, at least 6 months, which is a shame.  I'm still tired.

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the prospect of sleeping sounds good to me right now.  *gets dragged away*