I should’ve known when I broke two fingernails this morning: today was gonna suck.

It’s been nothing but hectic and insane since I walked in this morning (at 7:15), and I’m now at a point where I need something from somebody before I can begin the next leg of my insanity. 

I wanted a calm end-of-week.  I thought I’d need it, since we’re going into a weekend filled with basketball tournaments and in-laws.  Instead, where I was going to scoot out after my eight hours were through (which I haven’t been able to do this week), I think it’s going to be another ten hour day.  Probably followed by work at home.

Paycheck, Sarah.. paycheck.

It doesn’t help that I haven’t been sleeping well this week.  I inevitably have been waking up at midnight, three o’clock, and four-thirty to pee.  Every night.  Which is good: I’m getting enough water.  Sucks, though, when you’re trying to slip into a REM cycle.

Rehearsal tonight means a chance to finish our Book Club book.  Which has been SUCH an uplifting read, can I say? (Catch my dripping sarcasm in a bucket, if you don’t mind.) Of course, I think I’d like to host in March, and I want us to read the new Hannibal Lecter novel that’s coming out.  Thomas Harris is an AMAZING writer.

OOOOH, and can I say that Top Chef was fantastic last night?  On a show with grown-adults who call themselves professionals, they had to kick a guy off for man-handling someone else.  HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!  It was only slightly-less amazing than the WE original show, The Bad Girls Club, in which they just get a bunch of slutty women to live together and feed them alcohol.  On the first show alone, there was blood and several black eyes.

Well, a forced break means a good thing today: lunch at Blue Plate with my hubby.