Insert The Lazy Song Lyrics Here

For fun today, I tried to think of the last time I had a quiet weekend at home to relax and unwind from the week. I thought about it. I thought about it some more. I paused to check my e-mail. Then I thought about it some more, and you know what? It's been a DAMN long time. Consequently, I have to say that the previous weekend was a rather enjoyable big ball of nada. A lovely little vacation from the otherwise oh-so-amazing busy-fest I've been treated to since... February? February. And now it's June. Huh.

My Friends: Awful Awesome Assholes

If there is a theme that ties together the last week or so, it would be that I have found some great people here in D.C., and that all of them are just as horrible as I am. Since last Wednesday night, I have been home two nights. Thursday and right now. And even tonight I ran back over to Steph's to get her dad's old cat stuff to keep Harper fat, happy, and brushed. Granted, now I'm doing laundry and dishes, and I still need to shovel catshit before I fall asleep in my continuing quest to outsleep the PLAGUE I have contracted, so I'm not really all that relaxed this evening -- aside from the bottle of wine I decided was lonely. Poor lonely cab-sav. I will comfort you.