So many things to do.
Must try on dress for the wedding. Bleach hair (never got around to that one). Get shoes ready. Prepare mix CDs. Print out directions and lyrics. Check battery on pickup. Pack. File papers. Find card. Bring gift. Band aides are important. Toothbrush. Where did I put my conditioner? And hairbrush?
Instead of dealing with these things, I am going to bed. I will sleep so soundly that not even my Better Half's sleep talking will wake me. I will sleep as though I have just climbed a high mountain. I will sleep the way I do when I have overdone it. Heavy and deep.
Goodnight, fine folks.