Zzzzz...

This morning I took my first 5 Hour Energy Shot. It was awful. I'd really rather shoot tequila. I'm on hour two, and so far so good, though. I've been deliciously sleep-deprived since the weekend. And I'd complain about it, but it's totally worth it, so I'll just keep shooting caffeine like drugs. Speaking of drugs, I'm going to kill my cat. Wait. Is that not 'speaking of drugs'? Whatever. Point: she shat on my floor this morning. And every time she does that shit (literally), she becomes significantly less ferociously precious to me. Like, I kind of want to kick her. BUT I WON'T. Duh. I'd rather kick toddlers than kick an animal. (I'm lying). (Or am I?) (OK, seriously. Chill. I'm not going to kick anything. Ever). So while you guys were all cozy in your beds, getting a prescribed decent amount of sleep, I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing shit off the floor. It was phenomenal.

In other news, I'm going to a wedding this weekend. I haven't been to a wedding since, well... Huh. ANYWAY. What does one wear to a wedding these days? I'm having a last-minute-outfit-panic. LMOP. I'm aware that it's probably unacceptable to arrive in sweatpants, despite how cozy elastic waistbands are. Speaking of sweatpants, where are mine... Zzzz...

And before I sign off for the morning, sweet people, take a minute to love on your friends and loved ones. I'm serious. Don't forget to think about them and love them and tell them. Go ahead, do it. I'll wait.