Here comes love, it's like honey, you can't buy it with money

I didn't go to bed until after 1 am last night. For half of the readers of this journal, that's terribly typical, but I'm afraid I need my beauty sleep, especially since I generally have to wake up at 7 am to let the dog out. I don't feel too bad right now, but I'm sure I'll hurt more later. I also think it's worse today because I've been up late and sleeping crappily almost every night this week. Last night might have been the best sleep I've gotten, but unfortunately it was the shortest.

And damn we need to buy a drill so I can install those curtains which will aid in sleeping in on weekend mornings.

We have another houseguest, and I expect he will be unassuming and lowkey, though I worried a bit last night when Sophie growled and barked at him -- she hasn't done that to one of our friends before. I suspect it's because he came in with a bike and a large hiking pack, plus he's a tall fellow that bent over to pet her before she had a chance to jump on him -- she was probably intimidated and frightened by his size and unintentionally aggressive movements. But he bribed her with a snausage and now she seems to like him as much as all the other guests in the house that she jumps on.

Last night we went to see a performance with Poet Friend's husband's theater company (he was also one of the 2 actors in the play). There was a play and a monologue and both were really interesting and moving and thoughtful and imperfect but intense. I was scared about going for fear of being miserable and bored, but now I wish I had been able to attend sooner so I could come back and see it a second time, but this is unfortunately the last weekend. They had to cut the run short because of financial losses since many performances had no patrons -- perhaps they should have advertised more than just the week before the opening. But as J-Lo so wisely said, "You can take it as a lesson learned".

I'm yawning so much that my jaw hurts. I will have to take a nap before making the trek out to the karaoke bar in celebration of Liza's birthday, though vfc I must warn you that we may have to defer to the wishes of the houseguest, but we will bring him along otherwise.

And when she passes each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"

I know I've done stuff at work today, but I can't think of any of it right now. My brain is fried and I'm suffereing from the symptoms of computer anxiety -- I keep obsessively checking my e-mail and various websites every 90 seconds even though I know there will be no updates.

I did, however, have a lovely lunch with Paradise Regained which included a stroll through the DVD porn section at Rock Records. But that's all I can remember of the day. I must be sleep-deprived. Right now I'm fantasizing about going home and laying down to sleep. I can feel the cool of the pillow against my face while I'm typing this.....

But I do want to cut my hair when I get home as well, though the task generally requires showering afterwards and the amount of standing needed for both tasks is exhausting me just while thinking about it.

I'm really glad we decided to have our party on Saturday instead of Friday. I would not be up for rushing home to prepare a gathering of swanky people.

Thanks for the positive feedback from folks I've gotten regarding the e-mail to my uncle. Now I just have to stop myself from obsessivel checking that e-mail account and instead worry about whether I should tell my parents that I did it. Perhaps I'll wait and see what the reaction is first.

Today's internet debauchery is perfect for online shopping -- I found the 4-CD complete recordings of Miles Davis "Bitches' Brew" for 23 dollars. I should perhaps visit the Underworks website as well. I'm all about internet clearance bins, except I got burned when I found a 6 dollar sweater that looked horrible and then I had no motivation to return it because, hey, it was six dollars. I'd spend that much in time and gas or bus finding a UPS shipping center to return the damn thing. But in the end I think I end up more ahead of the game than behind.

Or perhaps I'll just leave early instead since both attorneys are gone. What's an extra 15 minutes anyway.