SassyBlonde

Good Holy Lord, people. I have got to get some sleep.

The problem with that idea being that I am in no way, shape, or form, tired. It's freaking 12:49 AM and I'm like a goddam ping-pong ball around here. I know this was supposed to be my vacation week (I will not, will not, say "vacay". It makes my skin crawl. Just FYI.) but I spent the day deep cleaning the bedroom, and now I'm wired. I didn't practice (bad clarinettist. no soup for you.) but I did systematically eradicate an entire population of dust bunnies.

(By the way, I have to pause to say that I love, love, love the sound of Jeff Goldblum growling. He's on Conan and seriously I had to stop typing there for a minute and enjoy the moment.)

Anyway, not one bit sleepy, which is going to completely suck tomorrow morning I'm sure. Not that I have anywhere to be, but still.

(Now they're talking about body parts touching body parts and touching eyeballs and it's just creepy, but that's Jeff Goldblum for you. Total 180 from sexy to creepy in under two minutes.)

At any rate, maybe I can get the kitchen clean and pick up the living room before 4 am, which has been the current cutoff point lately. Exactly one hour before D gets up to go to school. Good Holy Lord.