Why do I do this to myself?
I am tired, and since 8pm I have been vascilating between falling asleep on the couch and waking up to change the channel from HGTV to the Food Network. But I refuse to go to bed. It's Saturday night and I don't wanna. I am an adult and I can stay up if I want. Nah. But I will regret it tomorrow, when I will really need a nap but will feel guilty for missing time with my family to indulge in that Sunday afternoon luxury.
Vince is not home, that's part of the problem. He's at a movie with Trevor tonight, and I hate going to bed alone. I won't be able to sleep knowing that he will be coming in later, so I will just wait up for him and think of something to babble about. That shouldn't be too hard.
What do you call it when you babble on a blog? Blobble? Blaggle?
It is now 49 minutes since I wrote the above sentence. I dozed off on the couch again, with my computer on my lap, until Mr. Wonderful got home all cheerful.