Sedative needed.

Just returned from lab and I am already back in my pajama pants. I know it is almost 11 am on a Tuesday but please don't judge me. I have several points to legitimize this decision.

1. I haven't made my bed and I don't like wearing street clothes when I sit on the sheets. I don't know why but I feel like my butt is some sort of germ magnet and loads of snot from sneezing classmates and and grimy hands and whatnot are covering my jeans after class. I do not want these on or near my face.

2. I am seriously contemplating a nap. Billy and Kristin avoided doing their homework until 3:00 am in my room this morning and my lack of sleep is catching up with me.

3. The pants that Caroline gave me for my 19th birthday are clean. And they are super fluffy and loose and comfortable and I like them. Sadly, I have finally reached the age where I feel like it is no longer appropriate for me to wear pajama pants to class, so their use is restricted to my room.

Transition:

I have run across a problem.

And my problem is that there are too many problems for me to fix. How am I supposed to simultaneously prevent the extinction of the Orangutan while also conserving energy and water and feeding hungry people and fighting poverty and taking care of the environment and working to improve the image of the Church and eating healthy food and buying clothes that don't exploit children and making good grades and making good friends and forming a relationship with a potential future spouse and reading and becoming politically aware and bridging societal barriers and finding time to exercise and enjoy life at least a little bit?

And what about all the little stuff, like making sure I shower occasionally and listen to music and wash my clothes and hammock and have dance parties and clean the microwave and put lotion on my skin so I don't look like an alligator?

And what about blogging? And the nap I'd really like to take?

What about contemplating my existence? And the existence of everyone else?

And what about the existence of the Universe? And what about God and stuff?

I don't like feeling like there are more people who don't care than more people who do care. Especially in college, where a lot of people are well informed enough to know there are bad things going on but too self-absorbed to do anything about them.

But there are lots of wonderful, caring, responsible people out there too. Why can't all of them come out of hiding?!

Yeah okay I am going to take that nap now. I need to sleep off some frustration.