Rip Van Jimmy

So what did you all do after that lousy football game on Saturday? The game itself wasn't that lousy (for an Otterbein game). It could have been much worse. We didn't get creamed. But speaking as a band member, I wanted to stab myself through the heart with my clarinet and die. All we did was play the fight song and cardinal fight over and over again. Three or four times total during the game we started a pep song, but he never let us finish them. I think Colonel Morgan thought it was like a basketball game where you couldn't play when the players were. I'm going to need to talk to him about that.

Anyway, after the game, I was still pumped up. I wanted to go out and do something. I was actually supposed to see a movie with a friend, which would have been fun. Instead, I fell asleep. I turned on the tv and was asleep before dinner, and I slept until I had to get up for work this morning. What sane, healthy person sleeps for 14 hours? That's freakin' ridiculous! And this isn't the first time it has happened. I do it about once a month or so. Call my Rip Van Jimmy. What a wasted Saturday night.