Sleep is a necessary sacrifice

I got out of class at 2pm exhausted from a long night of poker, FIFA and studying (by studying I mean typing 30 vocab terms and then being too tired to define any of them), and I headed out the door to take a long nap at "home." Since its been getting increasingly cold, taking midday naps have become way more manageable not to mention comfortable. So I headed out towards the car when suddenly I caught the distinct smell of bacon. It was so strong it was impossible to ignore. The closer I got to the car, the stronger the smell, like a mix of bacon or ham of some sort. Lo and behold as I rounded the corner I saw an esteemed gentlemen of the Macomb Police Department parked in the back of the parking lot near our car. I don't really have any reason to believe that he was there for the 4runner, because that would be pretty incredible and a lot of planets would have to align for that to happen, but I wasn't about to crawl into the back and settle in for a good three hour nap with him parked right there. So here I am at the library, tempted to find a secluded spot and curl up on the floor and make a night of it.

I ended up walking something like mile because I thought he'd be gone in a few minutes. Instead I lugged my ten ton backpack around for a good twenty minutes or so listening to "Sadie" by Alkaline Trio on repeat trying to make sense of it. John has gotten way less sleep then me though, probably recording 12 to 15 hours over the last three days (but he's making up for it and he's as healthy as a horse, dave and jodie). They work you hard over there at Wal-Mart in the meat department.

Which brings me my next point. You're probably thinking poor ol Jo(h)n, living like a vagabond out of a car. It's a shame he can't enjoy the finer side of life like me in my fancy queen sized bed and enjoy lavish frozen pizzas and mac and cheese dinners but let me answer your sympathy with a question. How are you enjoying those Colossal shrimp dinners? Oh wait, that's me who's eating shrimp dinners sauteed in Heineken and butter. Thanks to John's newly acquired job, we eat like kings. I'll bet you never even knew that there were shrimp so big they were called Colossal shrimp. ( I didn't either and it was kind of unnerving eating shrimp as big as my hand but thankfully the heavenly taste helped overcome the mental image). Overall things are going good still, I look forward to this colder weather and midterms are done which means I'm halfway out of here. All in all, living in a car still a good choice.



I know a few really good decent cops, they don't smell like bacon.