It's 4am. I've had so much Coke & Pepsi I may never sleep again. I didn't expect to be so happily and cinematically social this evening-- "The Warrior," "Hero," "The Curse of the Were-Rabbit," and "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" with
snugglyevil and
mirroreyes (the latter of whom is sliding into a Benadryl-induced coma on my freshly-vacuumed sofa). Now
foxglove_8778 is supposed to be here in five hours, and I've gotten NOTHING done. Okay, that's not true-- I cleaned the lipstick out of the rug and vacuumed EVERYTHING. Now I can actually work in my workroom and lay out fabric in my living room.
But oh, I need to sleep. Em, give me plenty of warning. I'm gonna be bleary.
But oh, I need to sleep. Em, give me plenty of warning. I'm gonna be bleary.