Time is Cackling

I slept from 1:30 in the morning to 11:30 and I'm still tired. What does this tell you about my sleeping habits? They suck. Apparently ten hours is two too many. Or four too many. Or just generally too many.

We're in the single digits. Nine days and counting. I've decided to turn the living room into my temporary packing headquarters. That is, once I've started packing. Which I haven't. I have made a list or two in an attempt to figure out what I need to buy before heading back. Must distinguish between things I want and things I need. I've always been good at rationalizing the former into the latter... must stop being so underhanded.

Watched Clue with Alix last night. Hadn't seen it before and absolutely loved it. Hilarious. Exactly my sense of humor. Oh, Tim Curry. I thought about buying it today, but I already succumbed to ordering Driving Lessons and Emma (the book) from Amazon yesterday. I wasn't even going to buy Emma at all but ended up adding it to qualify for super-duper-sensational-spectacular-saver shipping (or something). Whoops. All self-control out the window.

I had an exceptionally fun time on Monday, which hasn't happened in quite a while. I went with Erin to get her glasses fitted, and then we ate lunch at Steak 'n Shake. After that we decided to head over to Underwood Park where we lay in the shade on a picnic table having a lovely conversation until Dave called. We met him at Borders for a drink. White Cranberry Tea. Very good. Wandered around World Market looking at jewelry and zoomed on over to Target where Erin bought a new comforter. Went back home to change and then met Dave at Raspberry Grove to watch Erin ride Rev in quadrilles. Got some sweet pictures:









The three of us trekked back to my house and watched Moulin Rouge, then did a Wal*Mart run for some snackage. All manner of foods that one should never eat too much of or in combination with one another. Bing Cherries, Starburst, Caramel Creams, chips, salsa, sour cream, and Wild Cherry Pepsi. What happened to my soda embargo? I really have lost all self control. (Where's Gabs when you need her to whip you into shape?) Anyway, after that we played DDR into the wee hours of the morning. The sweatiest I've been in a long time... but at least we were burning off the calories? They left around 1:30 AM, and I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow.

In other news, haven't seen as much of Zach as I would like... but what's new in that department? I'm going to try to come home when his family goes on vacation in October (without him, obviously), but that might turn out to be tricky. Would I stay with him or my family? Could I stay with him without his evil grandmother surprising us with a midnight visit? I can just hear her shrill voice... "Zachary! Who is that in your bed?! How dare you!" Oh dear. Then again, she might be going with the rest of his family. Must confirm that. The main problem is how to get home. Train? Bum a ride from Gabs? Borrow a car from someone else (eek, dangerous)? I suppose the answer will arise when it's down to crunch time. I'll bank on that. :bites lip:

Overall, time is moving way too fast. Still sprinting trying to catch up with it. And me sprinting is a rather pathetic athletic endeavor, really. Time just keeps cackling while I stumble over my gangly limbs and double over from lack of physical ability. What a sad image...