tired, not wired...

Tired, not wired

I just seriously want to hole up at home all weekend and avoid people and life and so forth.

Bah. Just. Pissy. Today.

Well, at least I've crossed a few items off the agenda.

So, until Monday, this is how it goes:

• yard work (and slathering on tons of sunscreen)


• Elements art show at Deep This show is gonna rock. I can just tell.


• The Haints with Richard March and Amee Chapman at Old I


• Flea market Sunday morning followed by not one but two mother's day visits


• Survivor finale mini-party

But tonight? Tonight I am a pathetic NBA playoff-watching zombie. Sorry Rose, I know that's going to be a fantastic show and I'm going to kick myself later for missing it...but truth be told I'm about five seconds away from falling asleep on my feet (this despite gallons of coffee, literally)...It's been a very long week.