I woke up this morning to the sound of my magic box being pushed off my night stand and broken to bits.  I don't know which cat did it but if I knew they'd be dead by now.  My grandmother gave me that thing.  I'm trying to glue together as much of it as I can at the moment.

It's not good to be woken up that way in the morning after a long week.  Thursday night neither Scott or myself got much sleep after coming back from the guys' apartment.  Then Friday we went to see Gem of the Ocean at Everyman.  It's an August Wilson play so it was 3 hours with the intermission.  Good, but long.  Scott didn't get it though.

I plan to get to work on that room today.  Since it's not going to rain outside there is no excuse not to break all the obstacles up and take them to the dump.  I'd at least like to have the floor laid by the weekend.

Current Mood:  Fatigued