I’ve sat here for over an hour trying to come up with a blog post but all I can think of is how much I want to go to Wendy’s (the fast food joint not my friend’s house) and get a hamburger.  I feel like I’m back in college with the midnight fast food cravings and the total not caring about leaving the house in my pajamas.  When I suggested it to Will and he said “but you’re in your pajamas!” I said “that’s why we’d hit the drive thru!” (moral dilemma: I know it’s actually spelled “through” but when the sign at the restaurant says “thru” how do you write it on your blog?)

Then I realized that if I actually ate a hamburger right before going to bed I’d probably have some pretty funky dreams.  Today I fell off of my two-day-long “stay awake in the morning” wagon and went back to bed after Will left for work.  Tomorrow, though, has to be a “stay awake” day because I have a crap load of stuff to do.  Of course, I had a crap load of stuff to do today and it all got done, but I wasn’t trying to shove that crap load of stuff into the “finished” pile while also trying to do laundry.

I’m kind of dreading tomorrow.

I really want that burger.  But I also really don’t want another dream featuring Geraldo.  Maybe I should have some cereal instead.