You know your weekend was too busy when you look forward to a normal workday

Oh jesus, I should just go to sleep, but I figure by this point ten more minutes can't hurt much.

It wasn't a BAD weekend. I mean, Friday came swiftly and I happily performed designated driver duties for Roger, Andy, and Eric. My only drink for the night was a Belgian beer called "Red Satan." It was tasty in the special way Belgian beers seem to be--slightly fruity underneath. I also learned that a Blind Russian is like a White Russian, only you use cream liqueur instead of cream. Also, Madison's "Rhythm and Booms" firework display on Saturday--Sarah and I bought tasty picnic snacks and watched it from Observatory Hill. I continue to love Madison and its well-behaved crowds.

It wasn't a bad weekend, it was just crazy. I was weekend squidmeister (takin' care of the lab's squid) and my brilliant idea was to also collect squid that weekend for experiments since nobody else wanted any and it was supposed to be a big hatch coming up. The combination of the two tasks resulted in me getting there around 10:30AM each day and staying until 4PM. Now, it's not really that bad on paper, but I'm talking non-stop-can't-fuck-up time. Exhausting. And it's supposed to be my weekend, but I couldn't get very good sleep. BLARGH.

Well, I worked hard this evening, till' 1AM on misc. things that needed done, and now I'm really sleepy and should go to bed. Hopefully "LAND OF THE DEAD" is in my future this week, because all the reviews are awesome and I need a zombie flick badly.

Last thing: it being the 4th was rather depressing. Part of it is getting older, I know, but part of it is that weird things are happening our nation, and I don't like most of them.

SLEEP NOW RARRRRR!