It's the Lupus

I was talking to my friend Hillary today about how lately I've been really tired a lot of the time, but I have no idea why. Sure, I have to get up at butt o'clock for work, but it's not like I'm particularly active on the job. Usually I'm asleep by 11 or 12, so what's the problem? Maybe I have African Sleeping Sickness, like in that episode of House, which I just watched because Allie and I have decided to start from the beginning and go through all 7 seasons that I have on DVD. I don't know what the problem is, or if there is a problem, all I know is that I'm a hypochondriac and convinced that I have Lupus or MS.

Today I was working in the warehouse reorganizing some stuff, and therefore had to wear "up-to-code" shoes; I hope these count. They're shoes we used to keep in our costume bin at my old house (where we kept all of our old dance/halloween costumes and some vintage clothes from my mom) and I  decided when we were moving to work them into a real-clothes wardrobe. Also apparently I'm really into the grey-navy combo this week, as I have worn it two days in a row. Shows how good I am at picking out clothes at 7 in the morning.

Last night some of my friends and I went to dinner at Minikhada Country Club because my friend Zoey is leaving for Italy on Friday. She's a voice major (dramatic soprano for opera) at Manhattan School of Music, and is going to study for a month outside of Bologna. It was the first time I had seen her this summer and now it'll be another month until I can see her again. Crummy timing if I have anything to say about it.