I am a 70 year old woman trapped in the body of a 28 year old...

That's the only explanation for me sitting at home on a Saturday night, wrapped in a blanket and counting down the hours until I can go to bed.

Yesterday, I got my hair cut and colored, went to the dentist (no cavities, yay!), and got a manicure & pedicure. Today, I went furniture shopping (still looking for the perfect coffee table; no luck, but I saw a couch I liked) and then to a birthday party in the afternoon.

And now I'm trying to finish up my Viggo/Orli fic... it's going nowhere, it's depressing, and no one will want to read it when it's done, should it ever be done. /whine

Bleh.