Not really much happening on my front. I'm tired again this morning. However, I had a ton of dreams last night, with at least two of them being funny, since I woke up laughing. However, I wasn't coherent enough at any time to write anything down. That would be because I took a Melatonin vitamin supplement before I headed to bed. After the unrestful night of sleep the prior night, I didn't want to take any chances.
Adrianne's classroom is coming along, I think. She has worked hard on it since Monday, but wasn't able to take any pictures to show me. Unfortunately, they lock the joint down at 3:30 during the week, and don't open on the weekends, so I won't be able to help her out much at the school. I really need to help her out at home, with the stuff she brings home to work on, but I'm kind of burned out when I get home and have no desire to do anything. It was a struggle enough last night just to make us some dinner. However, I took care of it and we both received our necessary nourishment.
I forgot to mention yesterday that I actually woke up with a song in my head. I haven't been listening to much music lately, mostly because I've been doing some training at work and I can't really "rock out" while I'm trying to show someone how to do something. Anyway, I woke up with "All the Small Things" by Blink-182 in my head. Not sure why though. I kept singing "She left me roses by the stairs... Surprises let me know she cares."
Now, I'm sitting here wondering what silly things will pop into my head today. I talked to my boy PT last night, and it was the first chance we've had to discuss the World Cup Final. Zidane finally had a press conference yesterday and the Italian player supposedly called him "The son of a Terrorist Whore". Yeah, that would probably piss me off a little bit too. I doubt I would've headbutted him though. I think a piledriver would be more suitable. What an asshole!