They're baaaaccckkk...

Room mate #2 and his girlfriend returned last night.

I was firmly ensconced on the couch, waiting for my take out, all set to get into Bull Durham (one of THE best sports movies ever) when there was a knock at the door. It was too soon to be my food. I couldn't for the life of me figure out who it could be.

Then I opened up and there they were. All suntanned and tired from the 10 hour drive home.

While I'm glad the trip home was a safe one, I was looking for one more night to myself. So much for that idea. Heck, I even arranged to have off last night from the Lobster. Eh. Story of my life.

So now they're back. Room mate #1 returns this evening. Dog will be back tomorrow.

And my peace and quiet will end for good.

Right now I'm supposed to be folding and putting away laundry. Instead I'm procrastinating hard core. Considering my lack of sleep the last few days, a nap would be more my speed right now.

No. I need to get it done.

If I do it right away, maybe I can get a nap in before work tonight. Sleep deprivation sucks. It puts me in a bad mood and when I'm in a bad mood, well, there are only two things that can get me out of it...so it looks like I'll be stopping at Starbucks for a Mint Mocha frappacino (light version, of course) seeing as how there aren't any prospects available for the other.