ROBIEWANKENOBIE

dagnabit.

abysmal failure on the static bedtime front. i passed out on the sofa at 7:30 pulled myself through the fog to search for a ringing phone [from the boyscout leader who is really nice in real life but has me climbing a tree because she wanted to make sure that we knew that the banquet was canceled for tomorrow...even though we quit friggin' boyscouts two weeks ago). but i'm not bitter.

so then i watched some crappy teevee. forgot about the eclipse. remembered that i was supposed to go look at the damn thing. went out in the cold to see absolutely nothing. ate some leftovers. and window shopped some houses. p.s. if you're going to list a house for sale? clean up the living room. why would i want to escape my cluttered living room for yours? where's the fantasy in that, folks, eh?

i honestly feel like a kicking screaming overtired toddler. wah.

time to go count the proverbial sheep whilst ignoring the snoring leon. at least the dude is warm and cuddly.