Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

Naturally, I wasn't amused to wake up at dark o'clock (I valiantly resisted checking the time) with back spasms. Grab the Robax, crawl back in and hope to sleep. To my amazement, I did fall back asleep and only woke up to the sound of hammering at 9:41 a.m. I'll graciously accept it. The other miracle? My cold from yesterday? All. Gone.

In other good news, my fave baby bro emailed me asking if this Sunday is good for me? Is it? Yes! Even more so as my ride home from church would be an hour later than normal. So Brian will pick me up, we'll grab a quick lunch along the Vietnamese strip (I'm aiming for a noodle house), before coming home with me to doctor l'il Liblikas who needs his TLC very much. I'll also see if he can talk some sense into my phone though I have to pat myself on the back because I finally got her to delete all my 50 alarms which prevented me from setting a new one!

So, beyond the pain and waking up, what else tired me out? Oh, just the exec. conference call of the blind group. After that, I crammed in a lot of TV, including both N.C.I.S. shows. Gee, I wonder how ICE will react at the spinoff showing how a private holding facility was "disappearing" young women in the middle of the night for trafficking.

Anyway, I'd better go to bed. I'm being driven to the library early tomorrow and have an awful return time again, so I'll be stuck there, probably grumpy and hungry, too.