randomness on too little sleep

you'll have to forgive me, because i had a most disturbed sleep schedule last night. hit the sack at 11, woke up at 2.15 for the england v. brazil game. went back to bed at 5, got up again at 7.30 for the usa v. germany game.

if you don't know, just go to soccernet.com.

evan and maria and evan's friend mike came to watch the england v. brazil game. they brought bad brazil karma, but they also brought herbal tea and coffee ice cream so they were forgiven. at about 3am, we decided we should have a bbq on my porch tonight. since i have nothing in my fridge but 9 kinds of mustard (smooth dijon, grainy dijon, tarragon dijon, lemon dijon, honey mustard, spicy brown, brown sugar and pecan, mole (chocolate and jalapeno), and raspberry wasabi) and some beer, i've got to go to the store. but, of course, i forgot my keys at karl's. sigh. i would just bike back over there and get them, but my ass hurts too much from riding (horseback) last night. i managed to choose a saddle that was apparently made of concrete, and now my seat bones are bruised. www.tmi.edu, i know.

after the usa lost this morning, karl and i found ourselves naked and with no time constraints (me: grad student. him: forced to stay home from work because his visa application (for the new job he's just started--long story, but he's working at the same place, just for a different company) isn't sent off yet). yada yada yada, and it ended with me crying. the goooooood kind of crying. you know what i mean. anyway, this happens occasionally, when the orgasms are reallyreally good, and karl always gets this proud-of-himself smile. if he were a different person, he'd be elbowing his buddy and saying, hey, guess what *i* did this morning.

pet peeve: people who walk right. in the middle. of the sidewalk. grrrrrrrr. especially a sidewalk bordered on one side by a wall barring the fall into the schuylkill (pronounced: SKU-kle) river and on the other side by a major thoroughfare through town. it's most peeving when said people are 3 sorority girls either (a) jogging in their little sorority shorts with their letters plastered across their ass, or (b) wobbling their way to the bar on their teeny strappy heels.