A mystery person shoveled my driveway while I was gone. I have narrowed the identity down to one of the following people:

Someone who is really bored.
A secret admirer.
Someone who had an OCD attack looking at a half shoveled driveway.
Someone who does snow removal for a living and got the wrong address.
A serial killer who lulls his/her victims into a false sense of security by doing household chores, then strikes.


In other news, my sister is getting married in July and I inadvertently had Pink Champagne (I'd even drink it from a dog bowl someone left out in the rain--if you get this reference you're probably my doppelganger) and baked Tostitos for dinner yesterday. This is the closest I'll ever come to being a super model.

Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: dry ice machine

So I pretty much created this journal so I would have something to do at work and also to talk to people who are actually up this late at night.

I'm home from work now and I know I should be sleeping since I actually have the chance to, but I can't. It's like I've gone so long without a full night's sleep, that I forgot how to sleep like a normal person.

I promise I will try not to turn this journal into an insomniac bitchfest. I can't promise that it won't be full of sleep-deprived nonsense though.

Current Mood: awake

Hello out there! I'm looking for people to add to my friend's list. Real content to come soon.