Darra, my software engineering partner, sent me what she’d worked up for our presentation tomorrow in class. I just finished going over it, and I’ve also finished my algorithms homework, meaning… I’m free!!! Of course, at this point I’m pretty much just free to go to bed, but it’s still nice to have that luxury. Poor Darra sent me the presentation at 4:30 in the morning because she’s crazy (well, she described herself as “Delirious Darra”); she was apparently on campus for almost 24 hours, which is way too much academia in one day. She had to get up at 7:30 this morning and drive to Cinci for work, too. That makes me feel like such a bum because I would have just taken off work if I’d been forced to stay up that late the night before. How do you even function on 3 hours of sleep? If she even got that; I’m sure she had to drive home and get ready for bed. I get cranky and feel all wonky in the head if I get 6 hours or less a night. Of course, Darra’s in her penultimate semester of graduate school, so she’s battle-hardened… Man, am I going to be that hard-core when I’m about to graduate?
My stomach has felt like it’s trying to eat itself today, so I’ve been downing Advil and chocolate. Brianna at work introduced me to Toblerone, and that stuff is damn tasty. I’m'a pick me up one of those fake-prisms (she tells me they do a terrible job at refracting light) next time I’m at the grocery. I asked Jon if he were here if he’d rub my belly; he would indeed. I offered the same to him and he turned it down; turns out I’ve been rubbing his belly as a sign of affection and he’s not a fan, he just puts up with it! I was shocked! So for all of you out there that have been victims of my gratuitous belly-rubbing, if you don’t approve, let me know. I will cease the tireless tummy touching forthwith.
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You just wish you could rub my belly!
Hehe, I totally would, too! Preggers bellies just look like they need a good rubbing.