Who needs sleep?

I realized today that I have:
A Katiebird coming tomorrow!
Two quizzes on Friday
A concert to play and a play to attend on Saturday.
Two services to sing on Sunday.
This does not leave much time for the paper writing.
(Btw, oh housemates dear, this is why I seemed to freak out all of a sudden about the paper today. Sorry.)
I have two pages and three-quarters . . . the footnotes need to be tidied up, but otherwise they're rock-solid and won't need any editing. Except for maybe as much of the intro as I've gotten written. Intros always need to be revised!
Only 22 and one-quarter to go!

To the aliens above we are just tiny ants they can crush with their giant feet

Random 2 AM thoughts:

~The "gallbladder" has the funniest name of all organs.

~Therefore, it must be the seat of humor in the body. (Gallbladder = funny = location for funny.)

~Thus, when the gallbladder is removed, the sense of humor is removed also.

~Christy, don't let them take your sense of humor!

~Run, Christy, run!

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa never be the same again

Ruty made an interesting discovery today: we have squirrels living in our roof. They crawl in through a crack between the gutter and the roof edge. She has already informed you of our plans for world domination via the Dark Horde. But something seriously creepy happened to me this afternoon. I went into the kitchen to do dishes, looked out the window, and saw one of the aforementioned squirrels. It was sitting inside the roof, with only its tiny little head showing, WATCHING ME. It just SAT there, STARING. I swear the little fucker was PLOTTING. It occurs to me that Ruty and I may have unwittingly released an unimaginable evil on the world.

Three and a half pages written.

(Also, I'm on a major Guster kick. Hooray!)