Normally I would be sleeping. I'm so tired and I should be able to sleep in since I worked last night. I was up til 4 somehow, a combination of Red Bull at 10, Long Island Iced Tea, 2 snow cones laced with vanilla vodka, lots of stuff on my mind and my ride home giving me a tingle. I need 8 to 10 regularly or I turn grumpy and not so fresh.
But I have a gang of shit to do today, so I'm up researching stuff and planning how I'll get everything done. And watching House Party 4. I didn't even know there was a House Party 4. That's the kind of shit you learn by getting out of bed before noon on a Sunday.
And also? Normally? I'd get all kinds of embarassed about what I wrote last night and take it down. It's that sort of drunken semi-swag that gets me into 95% of my biggest misadventures.
But I like the succinctness of it. And the visuals. And the accuracy as well, in spite of being cryptic. This page is my little tiny fist shake up to the heavens. No one needs to fully understand it except for me. And the heavens.
So my sister is staying at my place while I'm gone, which is deluxe but adds to the stuff I need to do before I cut out. Plus I gotta do laundry, and pack, and I don't even own a bathing suit or nearly enough t-shirts.
And video games. I need a new video game for my DS.
Sigh. A woman's work is never done.
Later Alligator.
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