Last night I actually did laundry. Yay! The plants are still inside, and I still need to vacuum, and get rid of some recycleables, but I made some progress.
I also stayed up RIDICULOUSLY LATE. For no reason. I think I am going to have to try taking the sweet sweet Lunesta the doctor's office gave me to knock myself back into a sleep schedule. If not? I'll be hallucinating soon.

This is a documentation of Emma's thoughts over 2 minutes:

MOM!

scratch ears?

Scratch Ears.

SCRATCH EARS! OH PLEEEEEEASE!

food?

Squirrles?

Bark
Bark
People!
I'll BARK!

I'm sorry for barking so much, don't be mad? I know you hate loud noices. Scratch ears?

walk?

Walk.

WALK! PLEEEEEEEASE!

Squirrles?

Kitties?

Food?

"Waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup."

Mr. A left for Michigan last Sunday. Until this week I hadn't realized how much time I spend with him, or how boring I am without him. Oh yeah, and how I turn into a sniveling baby when I get lonely. If I hadn't fallen asleep in front of CSI: Miami I was seriously considering watching Garden State and finishing off a six of Negra Modelo so that I could cry myself to sleep.

Hooray CSI: Miami and its sleep inducing powers! When I actually made it to bed though I didn't sleep so soundly, nor did I get out of bed so easily this morning. He'll be home Tuesday afternoon. Most likely after I go to work, so I won't get to see him until that night. Tuesday will SUCK because I have the whole morning off to sit and think about the fact that my man is a mere 2 1/2 hours away, as opposed to being across the country. *sigh*

Now do you understand why I am incessantly listening to melancorley Damien Rice, Samantha?

Can you see the love and admiration in my eyes?

My Narcoleptic life

This sort of counts, but it was pretty late at night when it happened.

Hooray holidays!
I am doing tons of baking. I am making little goodie-kits for all of those people I love but cannot afford. They include snickerdoodles, oatmeal cranberry-walnut cookies, snowflake shaped sugar cookies, mint brownies, and either spiced hot chocolate and cider, or ginger-lemongrass green tea (depending on your expressed preference, or the fact that you're my grandma and like tea more). F-U-N!
So I've been staying up late watching Law and Order and CSI or, if it is really late, Strong Medicine, while I slave and ingest far too much sugar. I was particularly proud of my idea for the mint brownies. I had saved them for last the other night, I thought it would be great to have a warm brownie and milk right before bed. I tossed them in the oven to begin their 26 minute bake, had a smoke, played some sudoku, sat down on the couch to enjoy the new Damien Rice CD and woke up to a silent house, and the strong smell of burning sugar. I'd slept for over an hour, it was nearly three in the morning and if the brownies weren't on fire yet they were damn close.
I was still disoriented enough to not realize how long it had been. I was having trouble remembering what time I had meant to take them out. I grabbed the pan and set it on top of the stove, only to be hit by a smell that must resemble that of Santa's Elves burning at the stake. It was awful - but minty fresh. I grabbed it again, ran it outside and dropped it on the woodpile and came back in to clean up. Upon later inspection I realized that brownie bricks should have been used in the construction of temporary housing post tsunami and Katrina. REALLY.
I made them again last night. This time they went in first and I watched the Cosby show and ate dinner while they were baking. Yummy!

At midnight it was 67 degrees.

Right now it is 34 degrees. (The windchill is 25!!)

HOW IS THIS RIGHT?

All I want to do is go home and go to bed. Sam stayed home, why shouldn't i? I don't think that will happen until Dec. 15th, when I am finished with finals.