I'm tired. It's 3 am on Sunday morning and I just got home. I'm turning into a real party animal. Last week was Laura's birthday, it's Andrew's tomorrow and Chelsea's next week, so we had a big birthday bash about a 1/2 hour drive away at Chelsea's place. Tons of fun. Really tired. I worked all day and then went straight to the party and just got home.
I have a few things I need/want to do before I go to bed. I have enough to do that I could stay up all night and probably still not get everything done. School starts again tomorrow (since it's technically Sunday morning), I have to finish Dave's database for work and I wanted to finish baking my cookies to bring to Jake's tomorrow after church.
Jake. He's Charles' best friend. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. Little nervous. It'll be good though, and he's married so when the boys talk snowmobiles I can have girl talk with his wife. :)
In other news, I haven't talked to my mother in about two weeks and I'm really anxious to just talk to her. Sometimes living so far away stinks because you can't just go see someone, you have to try and connect. I'll keep trying.
I need my bed.