I went to bed at 1:30, woke up at 9:30. Eight hours of sleep, right? But my body was still saying, "Tired, sleep more, fool!" so I rolled over and went back to sleep, figuring that'd go for one more hour or so.

Well, here I am. I should have dragged my butt out of bed when I first woke up, because that was three hours I'd like to have back. It's not like I have to go anywhere or do anything today -- no work, no social plans (as usual!), just a few hours of killing time before I have to go to bed to get up for work tomorrow.

My parents insist on coming up to help me buy a new car, but don't know when they're gonna get up here. Go figure. I HOPE it's soon, because I really can't take much of this.

I'm going to have a Turkey Day dinner at some point in November. I've already got an RSVP from cyfis - anyone else want to come? I'll actually be using a precooked ham to avoid last year's turkey fiasco...

Ever think you can't get through a day without having everything reminding you of what a failure you are and continue to be? Ugh.