That was NOT the desired outcome.

Last night I thought to use a hottie which would, theoretically, allow me to fall asleep easier and sleep deeper. It hasn't been particularly cold in the flat, at least not on the second floor, thought the ground floor is still quite freezing at times. But, tired as I was, and in light of the late hour, I figured it was a great idea! I quickly multitasked, simultaneously brushing my teeth and filling the kettle. After the hottie was filled, I tested to see if the plug was leaking still. Only a little.
Once in bed, I journaled for a while with the hottie creating a toasty, woasty, and warm bedding environment. I had to hop up for that last bladder emptying (in hopes that I would make it through the night - I have a 7minute bladder...approximately - sort of like that 7minute silence, or awkward moment, in conversation.) when I discovered my pajama pants were a little damp. No, I hadn't had an accident; the hottie had been leaking.
I tried to tighten the plug and test for further leakage. It seemed watertight at that point. I then placed it at the foot of my bed so I could have roasty toes all night. But I distinctly recall being aware of it every time I turned over in my sleep.
In conclusion, not only did I have to get up and pee early this morning (it comes down to the decision of whether or not I'll sleep better ignoring the pressure or just getting up to relieve it) but the hottie actually made for a terrible night's sleep. Disappointment.
Today was great, though! Denise and I went for a good walk this morning. We walked to where I had been housesitting last week so I could pick up my 1/3 loaf of bread I'd left there. No one was home, but I did find an open window. I was more than tempted, but I didn't. Not that it would have been the first time I've broken and entered into a friend's house.
I took a short, hottie-less rest after the walk before heading off for skit practice at uni. I've been a part of the skit team for Student Life this semester. Well, really, half of this semester. This was our third practice for one 3minute skit. Only because it was a musical. After practice we (Justin, Michael, and I) popped out of our dinky room at Clubs and Socs to take part in the $3 lunch which the Hare Krishnas put on. Today's meal: choice of leftover pasta from yesterday or lentilish soup, fresh-baked bread roll, and a slop serving of chocolate _______. I forget what it's called. Something 'sem...' But it looks like nearly pureed refried beans. Despite its nasty appearance (Michael told the server it looked repulsive), it was completely yum. I scored a helping from Justin who thought it too sweet. My own lunch was brought from home: a hexagonal glass jam jar filled with frozen peas and slices of marinated tofu from the Dunedin Farmer's Market. As to be expected, I received endless teasing for it. I am so misunderstood.
The last Student Life meeting of 2005 was a little sad as it's yet another "last" for me in NZ, but our performance of Monty Python's "The Lumberjack Song" was a big hit. We're expecting to receive our Grammy nomination soon. For my participation in the skit team I was gifted a movie ticket for Hoyts, the posh cinema in town. And for my participation in the audience today, I was gifted a nice welted bruise on my forehead by a crazy flying lolly of the most disgusting flavour ever: imitation banana. Not even students flatting stoop low enough to eat that.