Vacation, all I ever wanted

It's been a lovely five days, but sadly, it's now coming to a close.

I drove a whole lot of miles, in three states, to wait for six hours in line and stand right next to the catwalk and get squished a whole lot at the Green Day show, which kicked major ass.

I spent some time doing frickin' nothing, eating takeout and watching TV.

I watched the Bears game with Joe on our two-month anniversary, and I gave him a card and gift, despite it not really being a present-buying occasion, just 'cause I wanted to.

I talked to my mom a little bit here and there.

I altered my eating patterns in odd and sometimes unhealthy ways.

I spent today with Joe, shopping and having dinner and just having some nice quality time together.

Joe bought some caramel apple soda that they had at Target, and we tried it together -- surprisingly, it wasn't bad, pretty true to life and drinkable.

I also kept an eye out for good T-shirts, now that I've discovered that my H*R shirts don't fit anymore, apparently. That bums me out, 'cause I'm pretty attached to my Trogdor shirt. It's hella comfy, plus it's the shirt I was wearing that caused Amy Lee to sing to me, and that was freakin' cool. But it fits almost like a nightgown. Perhaps I'll invest in another, smaller one. I should pick up a few more shirts, too, non-black ones preferably since I've got black covered pretty well. I didn't really see anything today that I wanted, though.

And now, it's Monday night, the dreaded Monday night, with tomorrow a typically crazy Tuesday, plus primaries, plus catching up from the time off. Bleh.

*cue Edd voice* sleepysleepysleepy...

OK, this is no good.

I'm tired. Like really I-want-to-go-to-bed tired.

And it's 11-friggin'-30.

For one, I have things I ought to do before bed, like painting my nails and dyeing my hair (it looks like total ass). I suppose those things can wait a day, but still.

For another, if I go to bed this early, I'm gonna be hella tired tomorrow night at this time, and the next thing you know, I'll have shifted to a day sleep schedule completely. I want to be able to get up earlier, but if I'm thinking of bed at 11:30-12, that's bad, 'cause that's when I'm usually at work, working, not leaving for a little while yet.

And the thing is, I'm not sure why I've been tired in the past two days. I slept in really late Saturday after an exhausting Friday, so I'm not actually sure if I'm underslept or overslept -- I get that way sometimes, if I sleep too much, I'm actually more tired. So part of me thinks more sleep might help, but if I'm already overslept, then more sleep will just make it worse.