Thanks, Bed, you're looking ravishing tonight, too

I am tired. Not getting enough sleep all week, sandy-feeling puffy eyes tired. Time to punch out a quick post (said process made longer by having to push Garfunkel out of my face every three minutes) before brushing my teeth, skipping my shower, and pouring into bed.

Despite the overwhelming tiredness, I had a nice evening. Telling my calorie count just what exactly it could do with itself, I made mac and cheese for dinner (with Colbert and Scrubs for company), then curled up in the semidarkness with my current Robin McKinley novel. Not an altogether bad way to spend an evening when one's too tired to think. Previous ambitious plans involved making an artistic masterpiece of my blog, cleaning, laundry, and some sketching, but that'll wait for another day. Bed's putting the moves on me and call me a hussy but I'm about to accept the invitation.