So I spent the greater part of today either sleeping or wishing I was. I fell asleep at Starbucks while waiting for my eggnog latte thing to cool down...we were at Starbucks while the house was being shown...and I wanted to sleep...and that chair was really comfortable.

After getting home from Starbucks I went to sleep...around 2ish. Mom woke me up at 5:30 to help get dinner ready. I was lying in bed contemplating whether or not I really wanted to get up, and Devon's cell phone (which I now have temporary possession of, and was in my closet at the time) rang and scared the crap out of me. Devon your phone's ring is way too loud. So that more or less forced me to get up. Thanks, Art.

Joe's birthday was yesterday, we celebrated it tonight. Mom created this sugary mass of insanity in pie form. A lucky charms pie. Graham cracker crust, layer of butterscotch, layer of m&m's, layer of marshmallows, layer of pudding, layer of lucky charms cereal, layer of whipped cream. Sarah (Joe's girlfriend) and I were the only one's who ate more than one slice (everyone else except Dad couldn't even finish their first) and we laughed pretty much the entire time we were eating. Now this pie shall be known as the Sarah giggle pie. Sarah's idea, not mine. Of course, now, I feel like throwing up. It all evens out. That was a good pie. It woke me up enough that I no longer feel like I'm about to collapse but I'm still insanely tired. I think it ensures that I will not sleep too well tonight...either because of my stomach being really unhappy with me, or the amount of sugar now in my bloodstream.







Your sins into me
Oh my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapurous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me)
Your sins into me
Oh my beautiful one