Born with eyes wide open Twenty-two years ago, at 10 a.m. this morning, a misshapen baby emerged into the world, after her mother's water started leaking the day before- two weeks after the baby was due. She was covered in blood and all the slime that gathers inside the placenta. She had a scrape on her nose from her mother's jagged sharp cervix, but opened her eyes by the end of the day and was apparently the prize of the ward after two weeks for these big blue eyes and expressive face. Her dad was not there, but when he walked out of his instrumentation class he was welcomed by a crude banner made by friends depicting that he was now the proud father of a daughter who was 16cm in length, and 5 lbs.

Now, this baby has grown into a woman. She's currently running on four and a half hours of sleep, and a wistful wish to be on the bus home. Her prof declared this morning (after the all-nighter that lasted until 4:30) that they had a week's extension on their massive and boring project. She isn't sure if she will ask that boy on the bus whether he's available or not, but she is certain that she wants to go to bed early tonight. She's really sort of gassy right now, but had an excellent lunch with a friend at lunch, his treat, followed by ice cream afterwards. She's looking forward to the weekend, especially Friday, where she will be able to hang out with those she loves dearly for the night.  ¶ 4:18 PM