It’s only 9:23 on a Monday morning, and I’m sleepy. Really sleepy. And it’s not like this is going to be the week of getting lots of sleep, either. That’s what I get for actually, you know, talking to my roommates. Though maybe we should’ve stopped before 1 in the morning.
Last night we had a lovely dinner party. There were more people there than are going to be at Christmas. And it was great seeing everyone. I’d say that having a dinner party was all very grown up, except that the number of jokes that involved bodily functions goes against the thought of last night being at all mature. Oh well. It was fun.
Anyway, my workload this week doesn’t look too bad. Of course, that’s what I thought last Monday. It’s a 3½ day week. There’s a show. There’s a trip to New York. There’s going to be no sleep Wednesday night. I’m going to keel over on Friday. Good times.
Current song in my head:
“We Like to Party” by the Vengaboys