I went to sleep yesterday at eight PM, but by four o'clock today I was so tired I felt like I'd been drugged. I fell asleep on two different couches in our house, woke up only to eat fruit snacks. I also may or may not have made a phone call, but I'm hoping not, as I would've sounded like I was on heroin.
Now it's 11:45, and I have to wake up at five in the morning (looks like they're not laying me off--Ryan, i owe you 10 dollars).
Anyway, that's it. I'm thinking about tacos. Thinking about making them. Also, I strarted reading The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie again after a recent comment by a passionate Brodie fan--I'd put it down because I'd gotten bored.

So, there it is, I'm tired, but awake, reading about a risque teacher, and contemplating Mexican food.