I'm indefinitely

It's an Old 97's kind of evening. I think I finally recovered from nacho night.

Got a late Christmas package from my monkey sister Martha. It included some pictures of her own tiny monkey child. That baby is really cute. Except in the Christmas card, in which she looks like a very omniscient old being made out of pudding.

They look so happy/exhausted that you could tell they're new parents even if there wasn't the tip-off of the baby. Also, her hair still looks great, which I am incredibly jealous of.

. . .

It's less than two weeks to MacWorld SF. To say that I'm pretty excited about it is an understatement. I'm also a bit nervous, because of the planning of things. If it all falls apart it's totally my fault. We're talking about something that costs 3x as much as the wedding that I had 1/10th the time to plan. No wonder I am not sleeping well.

I am planning on having some quality sleep tonight. No work in the morning, so I can relax and luxuriate in the sleeping-in process. I'll be paying for it with the meeting and working until late in the night, however.

And when they called to see if I'd come in on Friday, I said OK?

One day I will learn my lesson.

That day is not today.