There is much to say, but the laziness has hit, and the hangover drained me…. must….not….sleep…
I never intend to get smashed, but it always happens with the rum. So, a weekend that was supposed to yeild much fruit was wasted on the couch with gatorade, a tummy ache, and pizza hut’s thin crust pizza (which fucking rocks, just in case you were wondering) and X-men 2. We were supposed to go and see Julie at Bravissimo’s, but I never mananged to get out of my happy pants and my t-shirt.
I actually went to bed around midnight, and woke up this morning at 4:50 - on my own without beagle provication. Of course once they realized I was up, they expected breakfast. So I fed the boys and plopped down on the couch, trying to keep David from waking up. I fell asleep again around 7 - running myself into a tizzy in my brain for not calling Vespa about my breaks. (Josh doesn’t work on Sundays…shit). So when I finally woke up for good at 9 - it felt like noon. Weird stuff man.
There are things I want to talk about, but I think I will save them for later. But it’s all moving in the right direction…..
