Official Health Contest
I would never dare follow Dan's masterpiece (Is it possible to get that horse activity as a screen saver? You could sell it, Dan), but this happens to be a terrible emergency. Crystal stopped in my office last Wednesday to finish her Chocolate Milk before studying and ended up talking for 3+ hours--she cried off and on, missed her class, and yelled at Ivor to go away. (I know Ivor thought I was making her cry; excuse me?) In fact, Crystal wasn't really crying; tears were just coming out her eyes. Problem? Crystal is as sleep deprived as I am. We don't sleep, and we're both a big mess because of it.
The night's talk was incredible. But could either of us tell anyone else what we talked about? NO. Because of intense sleep deprivation, Crystal is walking into doors, and I'm leaving work late, thinking it's 9 PM when it's actually 2 AM or 3. (My average bedtime has been 4:30 AM this past month. That's disgusting.) So, I'm sacrificing. To save Crystal's young life, I have challenged her to a contest. Therefore, we officially declare on this blog that Crystal Fair and Sister Morgan are entering in to a blood-and-guts, do-or-die "Get-to-Bed-Before-1 AM-Contest."
Crystal is already swaggering and bragging that she'll win hands down. No way. She's lost already. We started last night. Each had to e-mail Ivor when we went to bed to report in. Crystal lost by one hour; I lost by 2+. But, I'm calling a one time Do-Over. The contest officially starts today, June 18, 2008 (well, technically, it'll be 06/19).
To save Ivor, we mounted a chart on the back of my door. Crystal wants butterfly stickers; she's such a baby. Our sleep-deprived habits are deeply ingrained, so we're only setting this up one small week at a time. (We don't need to pile failure onto this insane addiction to night air.) The winner for the week will buy the other a smoothie. I suggested an IPod as prize, but C. said that would be stupid, since both she and I have IPods already.
Rules? 1. Be in bed, after prayers--with no computers--by 1 AM. 2. Complete honesty, and absolutely no excuses count unless we're calling the other from the Spirit World after a bad accident. That's not funny; sorry, Dan.
But, Crystal says she had a good excuse for messing up last night, and that I didn't have an excuse. She's such a nervy little twit. "You just got distracted," she says.
Ha. I don't know what kept her up, but I had to chase Patch down again, who is having a torrid love affair with a skunk, who hates his guts. After Patch's bath, I had to take a shower, and Lysol the whole house, and then, to overcome the anxiety and stress, I eased into ITunes to find proper "skunk hunting" music for a minute ... or two. In other words, who could judge excuses? Right. No one. So they don't count. 3. No sleep aids--like hammers or chaining oneself to headboards. 4. We must stay in bed. No sneaking back out at any time after 1 AM to walk around under heavenly trees and 1000 stars, or to talk to roommates whom you may never see again, or to watch X-File reruns on TV. No excuses. It's 1 AM or lose.
Crystal is so sure she's going to win that she's already picking out flavors of smoothies. Ha. Crystal Fair is going down.