So very tired

I keep almost falling asleep in lecture.  Today I desperately drank water in an attempt to make myself have to pee so badly sleep would be impossible.  It did not work.  I found this annoying since my bladder is one of the reasons I am tired today.  See, my bladder woke me up twice last night because it wanted to be emptied.  Then it was hard to get back to sleep.  So I thought it only would follow that my bladder would keep me up if I filled it today in class.  But my bladder is the most horrible tenant in my body.  I would kick it out, but then I would lose my kidneys as well, which I like having around.  They always send me the most nutritional things they can get a hold of so I can stay healthy.  Anyway, I think it is only fair that if my bladder won't let me sleep at night when it is full it should take on the responsibilty of keeping me up during the day if it is full.  This has made me start to wonder when the rest of my body will start turning on me and playing mean tricks to make me crazier until they can take over the property and do whatever they want.  Oh no, my heart just refused to pump blood to my brain when I stood up!  It's already starting.  Stupid revolutionary bladder!

Wondering about my suppose-to-be-there body tenants made me think about my unwelcome guests.  I hate warts.  I took the banana off today only to find the wart I had thought died yesterday is actually alive and well deep in the crater of my toe.  I think it is daring me to try and go in after it knowing I'll have to destroy my whole toe to do so.  I think it may be worth it.  Anyway, if this banana thing doesn't work by next week I am just going to dump acid in the crater until the wart gives up.  I have had this thing for 5 years.  You may think I should be attached to it and give it a name.  I will not!  I can't name something that I am actively trying to kill.  That would be like naming spiders when they came into my room.  So I am just going to continue on my quest.  My quest.... of MURDER!!!

In other news, my PBL small group at school got me and another guy in my group presents today.  They are for major life events.  He is having a son and I am getting married.  They told me lingerie for my wedding night was in the bag and when I opened it up I realized how right they were.  It had Spongebob pajamas in it.  What can I say?  My PBL group knows me.  And if ninja expects me to have anything different I think we need to reconsider the whole relationship.