...in Texas. This is the second night in a row that I can't sleep. Last night it was 3am before I nodded off and that was only after 3 failed attempts, a butt-load of journal writing, and some boring television (Home Shopping Network).
I finally woke up around 9:45 this morning (hate sleeping that late), got dressed, and ran some errands. I picked up the cutest Women Writers tote bag at Hastings that I've been fantasizing about for a while, and I bought a used Miranda Lambert CD to curb the withdrawals from the CD I've apparently lost in the wasteland that is my car. It's like a black hole in there (stop laughing all of those who know first hand and have lost pets or small children to the abyss). Had a good visit with Rachel, annoyed her loving husband, and came home. I dragged Mom out for her first sushi experience tonight (since I'm addicted and all). Actually, that's a big fat lie...she went willingly, much to my astounded wonder. She actually cheated and ate a big ole plate of tempura while I stuck to a Crawfish Volcano and a Rockwall Roll (shrimp, crawfish, crab, avocado, cream cheese, and other assorted goodness). She did at least pick off my plates. I was proud.
I'm bound and determined to be organized for school this semester, so I spent some time prepping binders and moving papers around from stack to stack. Tomorrow: shredding. The highlight: swaying to my beloved John Mayer Trio CD. It makes me wanna get naked.
I actually have a lot on my mind besides this mundane everyday crap, but I can't really talk about it here. Too many eyes.
On TV: turned it off a long time ago
Music: James Blunt..."You're Beautiful"
Reading: Eleven Minutes in about five minutes
In my head: concerns that shall remain nebulous