I don't want to do the work I should really do before I leave. I wanna just go home now. ::pout:: Or put my head on my desk. I've got a leathal case of the yawns.
Waah, waah, waah.
My parents have decided to come our house this weekend and bring lunch. My husband is allergic to cats (Wail! No more kitties for me!). My parents own the cat that sheds its own weight in fur everyday. Not a good combo. So, if they were in the mood to invite *us* over, they have to invite themselves over here. Since they're bringing food, I'm not going to complain. And luckily one of the benefits of having a house husband is that the house is clean. Heh.
Back to yearning for that nap.