*pleased with herself*

"So, who's driving me to work?"

"Well, I don't need the car."

"Yeah, but I've driven her to work all summer!"

"Do you need the car before Mom gets home?"

"Well, I'm not driving Mom's car out to West County!"

"Well, then you have to drive her to work."

I love logic.

I don't need the car, therefore *I* don't have to drive anyone anyhwere.

Of course, they both think I'm a bitch now. *eg* Let them. I've had to put up with them taking the car every single day. And on the one day I don't want the car, they expect me to drive?

*BZZT*

I don't fucking think so.

I don't even have to work today. I don't have to do anything but relax.

*lazy*

Well, I should probably do a con report of some sort.

But I won't yet. Because that would require me to go downstairs and get my notebook which has all my notes in it. AND the quotes.

Not that we had many, which is more due to not thinking about writing them down than us not being fricking hilarious. ;)

Am currrently staring at the white shirt I'm wearing and pondering what to paint it. hrm...

Oh! Saw Psycho Beach Party last night. Laughed my ass off. Lauren Ambrose is GOOD. Love her. Everyone should love her. Which means you have to watch Six Feet Under, too.

Slept something like 12 hours last night. I actually feel awake, which is a good thing.

Sleepy Lyss means more possibility of car accidents. I tried to tell my sister this last night when she picked me up from work, "Um, I'm a bit exhausted..."

"I'm tired."

"But, my eyes keep crossing, and I fell asleep at the desk twice."

"Can you drive?"

...

Dumbasses.

We're not talking slightly tired. We are talking 'falling asleep at the wheel, eyes crossing, in and out of lanes, speeding down a tunnel' exhaustion.

I did not take the highway home.

Actually, I'm hoping to get back on some sort of regular schedule, since the con and work fucked my sleeping up six ways from sunday.

hrm. Kittens... must go