So Now That I've Blown It, I Can Go Back To Normal, Right?

I don't know how I did it, but I missed Day Twenty-Four.

All of it.

I actually think I slept through a good deal of it.

I remember going to bed around 9 p.m. because I just couldn't hold my eyes open any longer, but that's about all I remember. Oh, and having an extremely hard time staying awake all day yesterday.

Suffice it to say the GOOD cough syrup is history. I have to go back to work tomorrow, and I can't be falling asleep at my desk. Or anywhere else for that matter.

So for tonight the laundry and bed will have to suffice. After all, it isn't as if I didn't get eight or fifteen hours of sleep a night almost the entire time I was on vacation, even if half of that time was spent wheezing and coughing. I mean, there's only so much sleeping a girl can do. I'm hoping I'm about at my limit.

I KNOW I'm at the limit of how much football I can endure in one week. And I'm about to throw the television over a precipice of some sort due to extreme exposure to any and every game played being watched by the male counterparts in my family the past four days.

Oh, and GO M.U.! Way to win it, guys!

And with all that excitement, I'm off to bed.