Well really it is more like semi-for-no-real-reason-hungover today. I didn't drink much, a beer and two shots last night (which put me over the top really) and today I am hungover-esque. Didn't want to get out of bed, would love to crawl right back into it and just not have any responsibilities today.
But that isn't on the agenda.
I am procrastinating as much as I can. I have a haircut appointment in 45 minutes and that will motivate me, I suppose. I need to go get cash, get the mentioned haircut, go to microcenter and buy a cd writer that actually works and doesn't garble my data, figure out what I want to load on the iPod (once I stop hesitating about opening the box and committing to the gadget), get dressed for a party and not be cranky at about 5:45. That is alot of pressure I am putting on myself actually right now.
I watched the final survivor episode this morning. Um really, why did probstie have to jump out an airplane ("this is where I get off", indeedio) and drive some vintage
motorcycle and spend an hour harping on some lame ass lie the looser said to further herself in a tv show that is consistantly about lies and betrayal? Couldn't he just arrive in the same fashion that everyone else did...in a limo? Burnett is a tool. But he does have a great producers touch. I should have turned the damn tv off and left it at knowing who won the million bucks. Which I knew on Friday morning because the internet is not one to keep a secret or hide a spoiler. So because I know who won the trump show I am not loosing three hours of my life to that either... no matter how honestly hillareous I think Reeg is in his way. Monday morning when I go into Common Grounds I probably will over tip Amy again.
I really need a nap.
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