*grumble*

Never got around to the big ass post I wanted to do. I suppose I COULD eventually. I guess we'll see.

I wake up at 7:30, to a LOUD TV (thank gods for Buffy from 7-9A) to an open door. This means my nephew is still in the house, and I thought he was supposed to be at school by now. A phone call to the unit confirms this, and I go and wake him up, to start getting dressed. When the Sister arrives, he's half dressed and eating breakfast, and she ISN'T wigging out. More than likely since she KNEW I was up. When the kids says, to my suggestion that he get dressed, "So my mom won't freak out?" there's something wrong. Or, maybe he'd just heard me say it to my mother *shrug*

So I'm awake, and wanting to go back to bed.

I'm am REALLY looking forward to the return of my little Demon Ranger this weekend. Almost like he'll bring a new perspective with him. Or, maybe, because EVERYONE understands my need to see him, and is going to cut me slack with the work thing.

*sigh* I have to get perspective back, I have to be on my best behavior Sunday. Poop.

OK, I'm going back to bed for a while, then up for work. I hate up for work.

Thought process number one

I've discovered some things, which I knew, yet proceeded to ignore, for too long now.

My mother is directly responsible for some of my habits.

OK, This got long. I'm using a cut. Apologies for anyone PO'd at the length before I cut it.

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