Saturday, September 6

Recipe for disaster

Take 1 week of stress
+ 1 Saturday at work (starting at 6 a.m.)
- 4 hours of sleep
+ 2 ultimate margaritas at Friday's
= 1 Jen, deep fried and toasted

Luckily, my tired ass did not allow my vulnerable wallet to abscond with too many ridiculous CDs from Newbury Comics. Now there are PJs, Alias on DVD, ibuprofen, and glorious, glorious sleep.

(Oh, yeah, and did I mention the Monarchs beat L.A.? Because they did. Oh, yes, they did.)

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