(That last was a nasty sentence, but I'm more interested in bed right now than in grammar.)
So I stayed home from work today, as someone from the auto glass place was scheduled to come remove the broken glass and replace the windshield sometime between 8:00am and 5:00pm. So I got up and dressed at 7:30 . . . and sat and watched TV and sat and did laundry and sat and watched some more TV and sat and waited and waited. And around 3:30 I got a call from the glass place, with the general gist being that they didn't yet have the glass to fit my car, and could they reschedule for tomorrow morning. So I had to call my boss to tell her that I wouldn't be in again. Sigh. So that was the stupid part of my day.
The good part of my day came later, when Erica and Rohini and Sarah and NoJournalDave and I went out to dinner at Rocky Run, and then to Borders. I ate a patty melt, which was by far the least healthy of the meals in our booth. We drew on the table- we had a flower and a sea-creature-that-was-not-a-flower, three sheep, two cottages, a hobbit, some pumpkins, barbed wire, an IBC root beer bottle, all of our names written in the greek alphabet and the cyrillic alphabet, and a seriously frightening man with a homocidal maniac grin and a combover. Later, four fifths of our party indulged in book-buying activities. Only Erica's willpower proved strong enough.
And now comes the part of the day in which I go to sleep. Good night.