Thoughts from the futon...

I'm really getting to the point where I hate this futon. It feels like every time I think I may have gotten away from it, I end up right back on it. Take that as you wish: metaphorically or literally.

Tonight, for instance, I finally got my bed made (since I haven't been in it) and was on my way to bed before realizing that my only alarm, my phone, is very near dead, and with no charger long enough. So I've relocated to the futon for one more night.

*sigh*

Anyway... It's been a short day... nothing especially interesting that I can recall... Of course, I think lack of sleep is interfering with my memory; it's been especially nonexistent lately.

Is it a bad sign that it's not even Monday and I'm already ready for the weekend?
(Speaking of which... Jordan has a show at The Factory Saturday!)

I've come to the conclusion that humans top the list of "Most Ridiculous Creatures on Earth." Too many reasons to count; you know how it is.