I ended up falling asleep for about an hour at Cici's. They finally came home around 12:30, so I left Ci my car keys and drove home with Mama and Daddy. Daddy leaves for work at 5:30am. Not getting home until nearly 1 is hard. I was crying in the car on the way home. Partially for him, partially because I am just in a weepy mood. The parents didn't notice.
Also, I think I'm only going to have the house to myself Saturday and Sunday. One night. I would be upset by this, but I don't know. I strangely understand. *sigh*
I wish I could go to sleep right now. As Jason said: "You should just crawl into your warm, comfy bed. Snuggle up with your Extra Large Valentina, and drift calmly into dreamland where things are, albeit more random, but less stressful." Yeah. That would be nice. But there's just too much in my head. And most of it I can't even pin point. It's there, but nothing specific.
I'm gonna have to talk to Mama soon. Things have just been so hectic lately. Maybe I'll email her tomorrow. The wussy way out, but whatever.
Didn't watch Evita yet. Oh well. What's one more broken weekend goal? At least I watched 9 episodes of West Wing. We might have another fest soon. This time so Allie can come.
Which reminds me, I need to call her about Navy Pier. We are going soon. Probably sometime this week. Maybe Friday? so that curfew is later and no one has work in the morning. I wonder if we are keeping it small (she, Candace and I are going as of now) or if we are inviting more people. More gets more hectic and makes planning a bitch. Case in point: Camping. Which I also need to get figured out.
*le sigh* So busy, and yet seemingly unbusy.
Oh, and Mama commented on me doing dishes. She was surprised. I just said: "They needed to be done." I wish she had more faith in me to be responsible.