No one in the family should feel bad about suddenly laughing at things.

My sister and I fell apart into hysterical giggles during our mom's eulogy. The preacher kept calling her by the wrong name! It was ridiculous. We hid our faces in our paper programs and pretended to be sobbing.

OMG so tired. I was at the Arcade Fire concert last night, with my job, except neither my boss nor either of the people I have a 10 o'clock meeting with were there. So I got home at 1, and I didn't even go to the backstage afterparty! And now I'm on my way to work. Need more coffee.

I was up late on the back deck with my neighbors myself. Good times, not planned and not particularly loving this morning.

I stayed up too late on Tumblr, slept poorly, and woke up early. But I won't be inflicting my sleep-deprived grouchiness on co-workers, so yay?

Funerals roil all kinds of emotions. You just have to ride them out as best you can.

I also slept poorly. We need a stay awake support group.

I went to bed hella early but still want to keep sleeping this morning. Bah.

I got up at 4:30 because I have decided that if I wake up fairly wide awake any time after 3:00 am, I will not be able to get up by 5:50 to get to work, and will instead sleep until 8, have to call a cab, and still be an hour late for work.

I still had trouble making the 5:50 bus. Why am I so slow? I don't even do anything other than shower and brush my hair and teeth. I am just sitting.

Mornings are like that, ime. Time just disappears, poof.

I'm pretty slow-moving in the morning, so I know to build in that time. Of course, this morning, I didn't even sleep until the half-hour-later alarm I had set, which was annoying! I would blame it on my mother walking around upstairs, but I had no problem sleeping until 10 on Sunday, and clearly she was up and about then.

I just reread, and I actually was having trouble catching the 6:50 bus! So it took me 2 hours and 20 minutes to get ready!