Though someone called from a number I didn't recognise while I was out of the earshot of the phone. I'm not full on the sort of person who calls those numbers back, but it's local and I'm curious. Still, ennui will probably have the better of me.
ita, if that call was yesterday around 5:30 or so, it was probably me. I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a fake '80s party. You were the only person I could think of off the top of my head who'd probably have a selection of dresses that were appropriate.
You were the only person I could think of off the top of my head who'd probably have a selection of dresses that were appropriate.
Ha! Such is my fame, is it? No, but thanks for thinking of me. You were polite and left a message, so no confusion there. No one has fessed up to today's call, though.
Okay, sleep!
It took this day 20 minutes to go from sheer joy to "sucky things I got to fix".
/sigh
I took a Tylenol PM last night and therefore didn't wake full of aches and stiffness (deeper sleep = muscles relax) but I'm going to pay the price in grogginess today. And now I can't find my iTouch. But at least I'm going into the week not in bad pain.
When my clock radio turned on this morning, the song "Tired of Waking Up Tired" by the Diodes was playing.
Yay free-of-bad-pain-Theodosia!
Benedryl doesn't give me the foggies and I suppose this a blessing given my disdain for treesex. It also doesn't make me sleepy. Give allergy relief with one hand, battle insomnia with the other.
Glad for no pain, Theo.
And the happy-to-post-around-Scola dance cause I don't see Tom enough.
good morning people!
Okay, that took about all the energy and enthusiasm I can muster on a Monday AM. Can I go back to bed now?
