Aw, yeah, baby

It's Friday. Uh-huh Uh-huh It's Friday. *perform stupid mortar-and-pestle-arms-in-a-circle dance*

Oh yeah, baby, it's Friday and I'm fucking exhausted Uh-huh Uh-huh. *throw in a head flip for good measure*

Woo! Yeah! \m/ >_< \m/ THUD

So the Rhythm Busters/Rumblejetts/Three Bad Jacks show was fantastic, although I didn't stay for Three Bad Jacks. Good thing, too, because as it was I only got five hours of sleep last night. I'm just the teensy-weensiest bit tired.

For added fun, I'm super allergic today--although perhaps that's just the result of my body being too tired to fight the allergens. This morning I sneezed so hard and for so long I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

( Good times, good times! )

One last note: There's no way I'm going to be able to hit the library book sale tonight, this weekend, or really anytime before it's over. Would anyone who plans to go please look for a book for me?

Nine Coaches Waiting, by Mary Stewart, in hardback. Dust jacket would be nice, but lack of one isn't a dealbreaker.

Thanks in advance.