Being a night person really does suck. I should not be at my most alert at 9 or 10 at night. Plus, the world is not meant for night people. Everything closes when I'm at work! And my body is saying "Party!" just when my brain is saying, "Go to bed. You have to get up at 7 tomorrow morning." Plus, all those "early to bed, early to rise" people are completely prejudiced against us night people.
So my parents visited today and my mom brought up all these papers and records for me to keep in my files. Like I know what to do with the receipt for my furniture that we bought in 1985! Although it is nice having my medical records. So now I know that I got my diphtheria, tetanus, and pertussis shot on January 5, 1979. And a measles shot March 26, 1980. Plus, all those papers decorate my desk really well.
And I LOVE my new tv. I will love it forever and ever. Now all I need is an entertainment center...
Current song in my head:
"To Life" from the show "Fiddler on the Roof"