The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

My hair is sewn to my scalp. I have a leather pirate map. I did not die driving back to Stacey's in the snow, although the last ten miles or so were a bit tricky. New Jersey salt trucks are the devil's tool on earth, and should be obliterated, with extreme prejudice.

I'm completely and totally exhausted, yet unable to fall asleep. Or type. Or focus on anything.

I also have the two Clann an Drumma CDs that I didn't have which, all things being equal, is probably for the best. They were $5 each.

I'm going to go stare at the wall now, while all my muscles twitch and spasm in agony. Yay!

(No, really - I had fun. Mostly. More fun than not-fun. Lots of people telling me I looked really stressed, which is kind of disturbing. Lots of lovely, wonderful people who I must thank when I have more energy. Sleep.)