I got to sleep at some point past 4 (got to bed notably earlier than that, but then with the insomnia and the thinking too much to sleep and the hey-hey-hey), was awoken multiple times throughout the night by various thingies, and then my alarm went off at 10. Mmmphgbleah?
So. For the American pigdogs among us, today is Thanksgiving. Except I'm high on exhaustion and am suddenly delighted by the idea of referring to it as Dead Avian Flesh Day. I probably won't engage in such behavior (why the HELL did I just spell that with a "u"?!) at ze mechamom's, though.
You see, mecha and I are going up to his mom's for the appropriate holiday festivities. There we will join mechamom, mechamomboyfriend, mechasister, and mechasisterboyfriend. The cast of characters therein always sort of boggles me. Boyfriendgirlfriend, boyfriendgirlfriend... ROOMMATEROOMMATE KTHX
And tonight, instead of everyone driving back home, there are hotel rooms. And given that I know mecha better than mechasister, I would be far more comfortable sharing a room with him than with her.
Sharing... a room... with... me...cha... AIGH OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE
So, anyway. I might drag my laptop to hotel but probably not especially since I forgot to find out if they even have connectivity there, and not the kind that's five bucks a minute either. Ergo I will be dead for the rest of today and possibly for most of tomorrow as well depending on how much time we waste in Indy before coming back home. Try not to cry too much. No, really. It's embarrassing. What are you, five?
You can tell I haven't had enough sleep. This post is even more rambling and all over the place than most of the ones I make.
Oh, and you'll all be annoyed to know that one of the things I was thinking about last night instead of sleeping was a wonderfully twisted idea for a possible comic that will almost certainly never see pencil put to paper. I get a lot of those. The laziness, you know.
*suddenly realizes she will be unable to play Galaxies for the next day or two*
mommy...
So. For the American pigdogs among us, today is Thanksgiving. Except I'm high on exhaustion and am suddenly delighted by the idea of referring to it as Dead Avian Flesh Day. I probably won't engage in such behavior (why the HELL did I just spell that with a "u"?!) at ze mechamom's, though.
You see, mecha and I are going up to his mom's for the appropriate holiday festivities. There we will join mechamom, mechamomboyfriend, mechasister, and mechasisterboyfriend. The cast of characters therein always sort of boggles me. Boyfriendgirlfriend, boyfriendgirlfriend... ROOMMATEROOMMATE KTHX
And tonight, instead of everyone driving back home, there are hotel rooms. And given that I know mecha better than mechasister, I would be far more comfortable sharing a room with him than with her.
Sharing... a room... with... me...cha... AIGH OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE
So, anyway. I might drag my laptop to hotel but probably not especially since I forgot to find out if they even have connectivity there, and not the kind that's five bucks a minute either. Ergo I will be dead for the rest of today and possibly for most of tomorrow as well depending on how much time we waste in Indy before coming back home. Try not to cry too much. No, really. It's embarrassing. What are you, five?
You can tell I haven't had enough sleep. This post is even more rambling and all over the place than most of the ones I make.
Oh, and you'll all be annoyed to know that one of the things I was thinking about last night instead of sleeping was a wonderfully twisted idea for a possible comic that will almost certainly never see pencil put to paper. I get a lot of those. The laziness, you know.
*suddenly realizes she will be unable to play Galaxies for the next day or two*
mommy...