it was an evil, diabolical plan..

megan is back,

and as such , a few of my priorities have changed. just for this one month spell. Nothing too dramatic, just my sleeping times.


As a general rule, i ensure that i am asleep by eleven oclock at night, and the goal is to be in bed by Ten.
This isn't because i can't stay up late, it used to be my average to stay awake until 2 or 4 am. Especially back in the day when me and my friend josh would pull allnighters every weekend.
I also try and wake up at 6 am, this is just a self discipline i have been teaching myself, and im finding that i now have an actual habit of awaking at 6!

well, considering that with the return of megan, and lacy, we have been running much more than i was running on my own. Add that to the late nights, Plus the habit of no matter what awaking at 6 am, Plus of course a few issues i have with sleeping; RLS, very slight apnea, Plus just not being able to fall asleep. I get the grand total of: being tired.

As such, a nap becomes such a classy, alluring, wondrous phenomenon to be able to experience in the midst of a day full of running, wal-marting (yes, that is a verb i just made), and chopping wood.

Chopping wood.
Is an action, in this case selfless in making a fire for those whom are amidst this frigid weather we experience winter mornings. Which brings me to remember the evil, diabolical plan, i discovered.

i awoke this particular morning to find that i had a text message on my dearly beloved phone, Minerva (goddess of the arts, war, and Music), that i had missed the night before. It was about 5 am, and i dont know why i awoke so early but i did. And as such, i lay in bed for a little bit but then, since it was a bit chilly, i turned on my heater and read my bible, and a book for awhile. Then i recieved a text from megan, saying she was gonna go on a run alone for a little bit. So i wished her good luck, and reminded her about a trip we wanted the three of us to go for a run in the distant land of coupeville, and enjoy a cinnamon roll following the exercise.

while she was gone, Lacy and i went outside to chop wood, in order to heat up the house via fire, and while out there i detected slight anger towards me possibly because she was jealous of my chopping skills.

Afterwards she attempted to make a fire while i read my book, and no offense but she didn't do the best job...So of course i (being somewhat learned in the arts of INFERNO), jumped in and gave it a good try and ergo we had fire.

When megan returned, we hungout for awhile, and then, we read our books , and i announced that i was going to take a nap and then we would go for a run, around town instead of in coupeville. Lacy wanted to go right away, and i insisted on taking a nap. During my nap, i asked for my phone and megan handed it to me, and in order to be able to wake up faster i asked lacy for a drink of aloe vera juice which is .. strong, to say the least.

This is where her diabolical plan was set in place. I , napping, of course would be unaware of my surroundings which is ok considering i was in what i would think a trustworthy environment; and during my slumber Lacy (in my theory) set up my glass of juice in the appropriate place for her nefarious schemes to emerge triumphant.

Upon waking, my shoulder nudged my perfectly placed phone Straight into the Perfectly placed aloe vera juice. Equaling a Horrible, and tragic death for my Beloved Minerva. All attempts to revive, heal, resuscitate her were all futile. As i watched her last flash die out, i got my final goodbye.
Thus ending lacys evil, diabolical, nefarious, flagrant, and villainous plan.

Farewell, dear,

Minerva.