Sleep is for wimps

Whazzat? Is it me being so sleepy that I can't even trust myself to get out of this chair and walk downstairs, then trek across the house (it's so faaaaaaaaaar), up the stairs over thar, and not trip into a bookcase before hitting my room where I would then need to clear the boxes off my bed before falling into it (onto it?) and passing out? It might be. But would that be the logical way to do things?

No sir. I'm gonna sit here and whinge about how tired I am. Cuz that's brilliant!

Also, I think I'm s'posed to be doing something, but I dunno what that might be. *muse*

Oh well. The other day (...Monday, I think?), I cleaned the desk off up here. It's so CLEAN. I expect little animated sparkles to appear everytime I gaze upon it. Yes.

Oh, I mailed the books I've owed for, like, forever to luxken27 and Ulla D is on her way to zallia. Because nature abhors a vacuum, my order from TRU came in and thankfully there was a decided lack of wonk in Cleo and Frankie. If I can convince myself that a nap is a good idea, pictures of all four (Frankie, Cleo, Ghoulia, and Draculaura) will appear as will other things on my list of sharing is caring.

I'm all itchy now. I'm not sure if it's just left over from work, as I frequently find myself covered in itchy spots after work (we think it's the dust as I'm far from the only one afflicted) or what. But this is not amusing me!

I do not have to work tonight because, well, I don't trust myself not to fall to pieces tomorrow. Or even later today.

Sleep. Now.

Wish me luck navigating the stairs!