Sleep. Sweet mystery of life at last I have found you.
Nothing to do tonight, except try to catch The Sopranos on HBO.
Sleep.
Get up, mail some tapes at the post office.
I'm debating whether to stay up through the day tomorrow so I'm really
tired Saturday night and can get some decent sleep before my fencing
competition on Sunday. Either way, nothing to do tomorrow.
Maybe I'll start some homework early. Ha.
EDB says EAT EAT EAT, RimRod says SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP.