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

[raybear]

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.

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thought i told you love dont cost a thing

[milosh.livejournal.com]

oh wow, that is so bizarre - i had that j.lo song in my head, and then you wrote the clip from her song, and i read it in tune, b/c i had been singing it in my head anyway. did that make sense? i'm tired. but anyway. funny. hi! cant wait to see you.