It is 6:43, and I am about to go to bed. For the night.
Last night was game night. Fun was had, snacks were consumed and shared, I kicked ass at Carcassonne TWICE. I got home sometime around midnight and, thinking I was safe from being called to work today, stayed up and interneted for a bit. I think I went to bed around one or so.
Of course, scheduling calls me at six this morning with a trip.
I take it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to go shopping. I had some city cash for NY&C that expired today, and while I do need some long-sleeved shirts and sweaters, I do not need to spend money. So instead I'm making some.
I am unsure, however, if I am making sense, or being in any way coherent or interesting. So, to bed!
Alas, down pillows. I hate down pillows. But I do love down blankets, especially after a long, cold day on an airplane.
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