Too tired to think of a title

I am very, very tired. I've been up since six, had my commute extended by thirty minutes because of road construction that made traffic grind to a halt, went to class, fought the freakishly strong wind, did a bunch of reading for class, watched Gossip Girl and Heroes, and now I just want to go to bed. But my roommate just informed me that she's staying up late tonight because she doesn't have class tomorrow. Which, whatever. I can fall asleep with the light on, and she's fairly quiet. But I hope she realizes I'm still going to be up early tomorrow because I do have class.

My birthday is Wednesday. Saturday I went out to eat in celebration, and it was fun. But I have no plans for my actual birthday. I'm going to be 22, which has no real meaning for me. Last year's birthday was all about getting to drink, but 22 is just another number. Meh. Halloween is Friday and I'm probably going to freeze my ass off in my Dorothy costume. On the bright side, there will be candy.

I wish I were at home, curled up in bed, in the dark, nice and warm, and not having to worry about LAND thumping around or talking at the top of their lungs at one in the morning and waking me up. But instead I'm stuck here, where I will curl up in bed with the light shining down in my eyes, listening to my roommate clicking away at the computer, and hoping that exhaustion will set in and I will fall asleep. Wish me luck.