I must be more tired than I thought. I woke up at 8:15am after hitting snooze on my alarm so many times that the alarm just decided it was done trying to wake my ass up. It just gave up!
I didn’t get nearly enough sleep this weekend but it sure was packed with fun and good times with my pals. Friday night dinner with the fella. . . and a mojito that knocked me off my feet. . . Or maybe that was him, hmmm. Saturday running around for last minute costume parts for the Halloween party that night. Helping everyone else with their costumes. . . good thing being a slutty 1950s housewife is an easy costume to throw on. Hunter shaved his whole head and face clean to be Mr. Clean. I’m still getting used to the fact that he has a chin. Sunday brunch to celebrate Raylo’s 27th birthday (she’s such a youngin’) and Daveattle at the Elysian with other fun and cool bloggers (bloggers are so much fun to meet!). Hopefully us locals will get to meet up again soon.
I have half a mind to call in sick today but I have SO much work to do and our department is celebrating Raylo’s birthday with Vietnamese sandwiches (hello! my favorite!) and cake and I’m kind of in charge of getting the sandwiches. Oh damn you obligations! (Shakes fist at sky.) I could sincerely use more sleep.
Zzzzzzzzz. . .
“If you were falling, then I would catch you./You need a light, I’d find a match./Cuz I love the way you say good morning./And you take me the way I am. . .”– The Way I Am, Ingrid Michaelson