you'd think it were Monday...

Man. I thought yesterday was actually pretty good for a Monday. FOR the love.

We were in the lab last night til 2:30. We had a huge project to get done (which we've been working on for the past week...), so we planned to meet at 7, thinking that we had the majority of it done, so we'd just be a couple of hours at most. A package of licorice, 8 phone calls, 3 hot pockets, 1 trip to the parking lot, and 7 1/2 hours later, we were done. And when I got home at 3, I was exhausted. I slept through my first class, raced to get to my second class, and ended up on the phone with my mom instead, bawling about how out of control my life feels. Sitting on the stairs in the Clyde, who should walk down but Bishop Beckstead, who starts to tell me how embarrassed he is that he hasn't emailed me back about a letter of recommendation. Mom heard him talking and said, "Call me later. Love you bye!" and I walked up to his office. I love chatting with Bishop. We talked about life, Guatemala, he and his wife, missions, all kinds of things in half an hour. Jose called, I called Joey to tell him I can't go salsa dancing, I ran into Asia, we got stuck in the elevator, we went to see A. Todd, he showed me his Ninja turtle costume, cookies and milk...

And work. Gosh, I can't wait to go home and sleep.