Family Pecan Trees

Hey, an extra bit of goodness for whatever reasons you'd like to dream up. It is still Sunday, and there's another post! What's happening? Has she gone mad? No. I was always a little unstable, though most people are slow to pick up on that.

I have just finished the impromptu assignment for my writing class. Make a family tree going back to your great grandparents, and tell a little story about everyone on the tree. Unless you know nothing, which is rare, so bring stories. Well, I have done this, and have three typed pages of tree and stories to go with it. May the class be satisfied. That's what they're getting. It took me a while to compose this thing properly, since it tends to be a bad thing to reveal one's relatives in a bad light.

In short, I have done not a lick more reading than I had done before I posted the last thing. Instead I sinned grievously against both God and Nature. I took a nap. I put my glasses on the pillow beside my head, closed my eyes for a minute ... or two ... or three hours. And it was good. It was better than I had ever thought a nap could be. When I got up, I wasn't upset that I had wasted my afternoon. That would have destroyed the sacred quality of the nap itself. Instead, I called home and got my family tree dictated to me. I had fun. I laughed, and not the nervous giggling of a sleep deprived, over-stressed psychopath, either. Genuine, gosh-this-is-funny, having-a-good-time laughter. Now, of course, I am two articles behind in theory, and have not read ahead so that I will have time to write my other assignments.

But you know, I find that I don't care. Sleep, I have discovered, is worth the inconvenience of a poor grade in theory. Mind, this train of thought will derail tomorrow morning, returning me to the previous psychopathic state of mind. But for now, I will revel in the joyous freedom of a nap well slept. And I will stay up late tonight, not because I have to read, not because I want to, but because, by golly, I took a nap and am wide awake. Which means that I might get my reading done after all. One can never be sure of these things.

Tomorrow for lunch I shall be enjoying a chicken flavored Cup-o-Noodles, and a gladware container full of red grapes. I might or might not add my last cookie to that, for dessert. *sniff* My ranger cookies are almost all gone. I have been avoiding eating them because I just know I'll have a horrible day and need a cookie to make myself feel happy. Those cookies are what my mom would put in our lunches my whole life. They remind me of my family. They make me happy. I need to make a batch, and not eat the crumbs until I have more. Maybe I can get my mom to send me some pecans from our yard. That way it'll be a real ranger cookie, with homegrown pecans and all. Ah, my eyes are misting over. I just love cookies, you know.

Well, while I'm awake, I'll try to knock out those articles. If I'm lucky, they'll put me to sleep by two am. Heh, heh. Well, I'll post your dessert and let you read. End.