i was going to devise a new
plan of attack which mainly involved drinking enough coca-cola to stay awake until thursday night. i doubt this will come to pass.
still, i doubt i'll get more than three hours of sleep tonight, & this is just an awful future to contemplate. the alternative is to call in sick to work tomorrow, with the added bonus of being able to miss the clinic christmas party. should i ditch?
i have now had enough coca-cola to slow down my blinking rate to something frightening & inhuman. it is time to start baking, because if i go to this party tomorrow i will need to have presents & the baking kind of presents are the only kind i can get up the motivation to dispense.
also, the big news is that my brother is my kind of geeky boy, & one week from now i will be making little inside jokes with him & talking very giddily about the ents, the ents, oh i've had so much caffeine, but i think my-being-able-to-see-ents-on-a-giant-screen is the whole reason the universe exists, don't you?
