To sleep, perchance to dream...

[spacebug]

On second thought, the cider with dinner may have been a bad idea, as I've been fighting its effects and passing around the yawnies ever since.

Yawnies Cannot Stop the Rock, however. r4c recently left. Before he got here I was a good girl and rerecorded some yummy synth tracks. And then he got here and we recorded more guitar.
Slowly, the New Track progresses.
Yeeeaaaaah.

Shortly, I am off to slumbery slumberland. And while I travel there alone, boy am I looking forward to it. (Although this time I have merely the World of Apple to blame and not the World of Warcraft; S4 is one of the lucky few charged with overnight prep of the Tiger release. Rawr.)

And now, a short survey.

How Should Spacebug Spend her Saturday morning? The alluring options are:

a) Sleep, damnit. You deserve it!
b) Attend childhood neighbor-kid's memorial service (I've not yet determined how schmucky I'd feel if I skipped this. He recently committed suicide.)
c) Audit that really good workshop through that nifty nonprofit you work for. Requires waking earlier than one would like on a Satruday, but would learn stuff and rack up good karma.

Comments

[echoegami.livejournal.com]

if it were me i'd skip the memorial - say your goodbyes to him directly, he'll hear - as they for the living only and get up early to attend the workshop.

you can sleep when you're dead.
(no disrespect to the dead.)

[omaha.livejournal.com]

i, also, say "c)" -- but with a nap after.

[nicholay.livejournal.com]

Thirded. And seconded on the nap.