The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Irony is being on the way to the bathroom for a file for your nails, tripping and bashing your toes on the door-sill, and tearing off a nail (albeit on your toe).

Or maybe that's not irony, I forget.

So tired! This is like finals week for the retail set. But I get to see my girl in twelve hours or so. I'm really only online for the token final checking of the itinerary. Also, I am so hopped up, cos I had caffeine late.

Sleeeeeeep?


Also, please tell me why my grandmother is blaring the Mannheim Steamroller Fresh Aire Christmas Album at this hour. Much as I like and appreciate that album... It is what's keeping me up.