Ugh, I hate how it’s after 9 pm and I’m just sitting down to relax. Don’t you hate it when you try to get ahead of the game and end up behind instead? When I got home I took a bath to relax a bit, then attempted to bake two batches of brownies (see previous entry), then had to run out to the store, then made food, and now I’m here. I wanted to watch tv, read my book, and surf, but time is running out. I also wanted to get to bed at a decent time, but I’m not even sure I should bother. Last night we went to bed at 10 pm and were excited at the prospect of getting extra sleep since we’re usually in bed after 11 pm. So what happened? We both woke up at 4 am and tossed and turned until Joe’s alarm went off at 5:30. And of course I fell asleep during the fifteen minutes between his alarm and mine. Isn’t that always the way? Damn this day!