I have done absolutely nothing of value today, except my laundry.
I have no idea how that happened.
Well...sleeping until noon might have had something to do with it.
That and this dang basketball that I just can't turn off.
I think I'm just going to go to bed after this last game (that I don't actually care about but for some reason feel that I cannot miss) and then get up early tomorrow.
And by early, I mean like...9:00.
And trust me, that's early for me! Especially on a weekend.
I fear that my severe lack of the morning-person quality is going to be a hindrance when I actually have to get a real job. But hey, if my mom, who is an even worse night owl/insomniac than I am, can be a teacher and get up by 6:30 every day, then there must be some hope for me, right?
Oh by the way...Sláinte! That's Celtic for "cheers!" and I only know that because my British brother Paddy (who's got Irish in his blood) told me that earlier tonight.
For those of you who aren't a fan of foreign languages, Happy St. Patrick's Day. :)