Thanks to growing up in a loud, obnoxious Italian family, I can pretty much sleep through anything. Talking, arguments, construction, alarm clocks, earthquakes... and even attacks by the Brides of Dracula.
Fennec and Rachel left this charming little snapshot for me on my own camera, as a gift. Ain't that sweet? hehehe
Ack. I had a great weekend, and am looking forward to repeating most of it next weekend. But my arms are starting to get sunburn-itchy, I'm desperately craving a shower to get the remnants of clay mud off of me, I've had The Hero of Canton running through my head all day (and no one else there had seen Firefly yet - this must be remedied!), and I'm far too tired to get anything done.
I had planned to get home relatively early this evening and catch up on emails and such. I'm up to two months behind on responding to some emails, and others are much more recent but also much more compelling of a prompt response. But any attempt to make a coherent thought tonight will be pointless. I just need to shower, apply lotion to my scratchy sunburnt skin, and give in to the Sandman.