Too early. God isn't up this early. I got four hours' worth of sleep-- I fell asleep with my makeup on and woke up with it securely in place. Good, that's five less minutes I spent getting ready. I have extreme sex kitten hair, though it's only from brushing through hairsprayed curls.

Ohhhh. I feel like I might die. Well, I was bad and got two Krispy Kremes for breakfast, and at least I have 24 beautiful ounces of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee in front of me. That's at least a start towards instant humanity.

Dancing was good last night. My feet are absolutely killing me. Actual dancing shoes are a must soon, but until then, at least I have a foot massaging machine wonderful guy in my life who's willing to exchange favors. I plan to have a very low-key weekend. Ten bucks says I'm asleep by ten tonight.

Also? I had a "happy mistake" regarding BPAL this morning. I had on Snow White, which is one of my comfort scents, and then I spilled a smear of Dead Man's Hand on myself as well. The result is leather and cream. I smell wonderful and improbable.

In important news via kita0610:: David Boreanaz isn't puffy anymore! Oh thank god. Get a load of that muscle.

Also, I get a kick out of this icon. Kali says hello!

I am completely free next Sunday and Monday. No prior committments at all to speak of. I haven't seen most of you since graduation. If you decide to get together and do something... DC, Annapolis, whatever... please shoot me an invite. It'd be nice to see your faces.