I had this grand plan to get eight hours of sleep a night, or if that was impossible, seven. That was back when work seemed a bit more sane and not so busy. At least it’s not as busy as it was before, but it’s still busy. Busy busy busy. Sending email at 11PM. Woo.

I actually sold my laptop (money not in hand but pretty sure it will be) so I ordered a new one. I figured if I kept hitting refresh on the order page, it would ship faster. I did get a shipment notice earlier in the day, but it was for SOMEONE ELSE’S IPAD 2. (OK, so that someone else is a friend who had me buy it for them, but still.) Fortunately, hitting refresh all day seems to have paid off because my new MacBook Pro is supposed to be arriving next week BUT NOT ON THE SAME DAY AS THE IPAD. Like I can stay home two days to sign for packages. Did I mention that I’m busy busy busy at work?

I think I’ve decided that since I’m unlikely to ever date again, I might as well fantasize about someone that I’m never going to meet, much less have a chance at asking out. I wonder if Mary Louise Parker is single.