groggyAnd boy, am I tired. It's my own fault- I stayed up far too late last night. I was hanging out with NoJournalDave, which is always a good thing. I temporarily hired Dave as my activities coordinator, because he's so much better at keeping his time productive than I am. However, one of his first plans was that I should become a Hobo. In a Jug Band. With, for some reason, a garment bag instead of one of those sticks with a bundle on the end. So he's fired. I guess I'll just have to come up with my own life plans.
But the point of that was to indicate that the end result of hanging out last night is ZonkedJoannaWho'sAboutToFallAsleepAtHerD
But I know that I have.
Oh, yes, and another cheerfulness factor, even sooner in its anticipated arrival, is my lunch of ravioli left over from dinner last night. Perhaps less wonderful than vacation, but still a wonderful thing is Carrabas Italian Grill, no matter what it may have said about me in the past.
Hmm. Right now I'm wishing for some avocado eggrolls from the Cheesecake Factory.
