Bluh.

Tuesday: Work. Home. Terry's. Watched 'Knocked Up' finally. Sleep.

Wednesday: Awake at 5:30 to see Terry off to work. Cartoons. SLEPT FROM 9AM TO 1PM. WHAT THE HELL. I don't even remember feeling the tiniest bit tired. I don't get it. So now I'm gonna have a hell of a time falling asleep tonight. Anyhow. Drove over to his parents' to raid their fridge. Heh. Went back to the house, watched some tv and headed home around 9. I was scared as fuck driving down 532 'cause I had less than 1/8th of a tank of gas and figured I could make it to the Shell station by the freeway no problem. I did, but I was still scared as hell 'cause I never let my car get below a quarter tank. Yuh.

So. On the agenda for the next couple days-

Tomorrow: work, home, Terry's.

Friday: Terry's to work for paycheck-y GLORY, hang around Marysville and shop or something until around 2:30, back to Camano, pick up Terry from work, cash his paycheck, go to Ed Wyse and bug Karina and buy mountains of Tigi products, go to Guitar Center to pick up Terry's guitar he put on layaway forever ago, Camano, possibly get shit-faced to prepare for Saturday night, sleep.

Saturday: Lay around in bed until 12:30-ish, head to work, get off at 11, head straight down to Seattle to get shit-faced with the Chev. WEEE!

Sunday: possibly Terry's. Lay around in bed all day long.

Fun fun. Sleep.