According to the clock on the computer, it's September 27. Did I miss something?
It saddens me deeply that I've been waking up before my alarm, which is set for 5 AM. Having your body naturally come awake at 4:45 should be a crime. A crime to onself it is, yes, but hot cops with handcuffs and whips should come haul you away if it happens. Hey...a girl can dream.
Today Darren and I are going to do the stupidest thing we've done in a while. We're going to try to leave the Cities during rush hour on the Friday before Memorial Day weekend. Wish me much luck and patience, my darlings, and if you don't hear from me for a while you'll know I've suffered a horrible road rage meltdown that caused my brain to implode.
However, this Friday can't be as bad as last Friday, I'm convinced. I worked until TEN THIRTY in the EVENING last Friday, stuffing and licking and posting. It sounds hot, but it totally wasn't. I also had two tickets to Star Party - with backstage passes to meet the bands - that had to go to waste. I couldn't pawn them off on anyone either...not that I thought to call my Duluth folks currently living down here. Stupid! That means we've all missed out on meeting the Backstreet Boys and Bowling for Soup and Ciara and Simple Plan and Mario (whoever Mario is).
So that's a pity.