Pricked by the spinning wheel

Like all good heroines, I've finished my raging battle with statistics class and have come out victorious. And, like all Disney heroines, I've since fallen into the deep chasm of sleep, and I think I've finally emerged, for a time. I made the 9 hour drive to Htown and collapsed by 6:30 pm only to wake up at 11:30 the next day. Since then, I've averaged about 10-14 hours of sleep a day, with right now being the 10 hour one, and really, I could go back to sleep if I let myself. Truly, I've done nothing productive.

Did go to Gma's holiday party at the nursing home, which involved a man in drag singing Santa Baby and subsequently stripping. There was also some karaoke involved. Gma sang Proud Mary. She's 90.

Really forgot how much I hate the weather here. The barometric pressure is killing me. Must. return. to. dry. desert. air. It was so foggy last night that I thought the streetlamps had gone out. You couldn't even see the orange glow, much less the highway signs.

Am forcing myself to do one productive thing a day, which today is the dentist. First, though, I need a nap.