Let the stories begin, or (to steal a motif from Dan and subtitle my blog entries) It's good to be home.
So it's Tuesday. I got back from CWR on Saturday. I still haven't slept "one good time." I'm ready to tonight, though. I put brand-new (Read: freshly-washed) sheets on my bed last night, the last ones in the hous that actually stay on the mattress without me having to pull the corners back over the edges 2-8 times a night, and said to myself, "Man, these feel good. I won't have to change them for 6 months!" And i slept well, just not long enough. After work today I ate some burgers, watched a movie, and talked to Lisa. It was 8:30 tonight, all I had to do was take a shower, and i'd be ready for bed. So i tossed the dvd, in the case, up on to my bed (it's a loft bed, 5'5" or so) so it would be closer to my filing cabinet, where I store my movies. Then I grabbed a soda (Coke w/Lime, in case you're wondering) and tossed/dropped it onto my bed as well. Mind you, this was a forward-momentum-only type toss, the can dropped maybe 4 inches to my mattress and only travelled 2-3 feet forward, and only 6-8 inches in the air, before it hit the mattress. It then gently bounced of of the DVD case, bursting a hole in its side, spewing Coke (With LIME) all over my freshly made (one day ago) bed. Yeah, postpone the shower. Change my sheets. I still haven't washed the ones I used at CWR, or the ones that I took off last night, so we're out of clean ones. So right now, instead of having been asleep over an hour, I've got like 15 minutes left until my sheets are dry, then I get to make my bed, then try to sleep. On the bright side of things, at least my bed will be made when I lie down in it tonight. Probably.