So this is how it goes

In an effort to actually sleep some this morning and afternoon, I've cheated and taken a Tylenol PM. Yes, I consider sleeping during the day with the aid of something designed in part to knock you out to be cheating. It's okay, my brain and I are used to feeling odd.

If LJ will finish loading the friends page, I could then go and check to see where Miles is. *waits* Apparently LJ broke up with my journal style, so it won't load anything. Frick.

Sooo. Any advice for this bridal shower/whatever showers/parties we're supposed to throw meeting? If not, wanna bet on whether the bride shows up too?

All out of books. Too broke [as far as I know, should check that] to con my way up to Summerville to trade books in. Which won't be an awful problem until I go back to work Tuesday. Meh. Until then I should be able to survive on old Sweet Valleys annnnnd magazines.

Now I'm gonna go check my bank account and then die. Perhaps if I have time, I'll stop and put my hair in curlers before death.