I really need to go to bed.
1. Because it’s 11:45 and I’m freaking tired.
2. Because I have Gloria Estefan stuck in my head, and it’s driving me crazy!
Sweet dreams
(Ready to be) home from journalism camp
The I News Network journalism camp, or “institute” rather (as I was so emphatically reminded when I told one of the students she didn’t need to go out and buy cotton balls; she should suck it up because she’s at “camp”), has been great, but I’m not sure what I’m more excited about: a bed that isn’t made of plastic, food not served on a tray or a towel that’s full and fluffy and covers more than my unmentionables.
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I News Network Journalism Camp
So the I News Network Journalism Camp isn’t exactly roughing it. We’re using computers (some might be surfing the web for deals on new computers), soaking up info like sponges and eating three squares a day.
Then again, Denver University’s sleeping arrangements are what you might call sparse. Trying to fall asleep at night with a plastic bed, a pair of sheets that are eight thread count max and a waterproof, drool-proof, flame retardant, nylon pillow has been a bit of a challenge. And the unscreened window handily level with my headboard makes it more than likely that over the course of the week something will plummet to the ground four stories below; however, if anything does, I’ll definitely have the investigative tools to figure out why the hell it happened.
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Getting old
It’s 5:07 on a Friday night, and I’m already making plans to be tucked into bed by 9.
What does that say about me?
(I’m using the fact that I’m getting up early to go backcountry skiing as my excuse, but let’s be honest here, 9 on a Friday is pretty pitiful.)