PMMJ (cheetahmaster) wrote,
PMMJ
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Yesterday, the wedding of skkyechan and nalroth was a grand affair. It was a little hotter than predicted, but everyone had a good time. The wedding party looked lovely, of course. And Z. was as always a dancing queen. I'm pretty confident about half of the pics from the wedding will be of her cutting a rug.

Speaking of which, preliminary photos here, courtesy 224215152.

So, yes. We drove home, started getting Z. ready for bed, and man. I felt off. Just kind of out of it. Like my bio-rhythms were out of sync. Not queasy, per se. But no appetite, and zero energy. M. squared away Z. for the evening, because she's a trooper, and returned to take care of me as I was out for a spell on the couch.

M. eventually convinces me to retire to the bedroom... and I can't get back to sleep. At all. Try as I might. Finally pass out sometime around 4:30 or so.

(Mind you, I didn't sleep well Saturday night, or Friday night, or really Thursday night, for that matter. So this could just be a body-adjustment thing. But still.)

Up like a shot this morning, after sleeping past alarms, and manage to get Z. to school right on time. Close call, though. I get home, explain to M. that I can't sleep the day away too, because there's too much junk going on... and I am drifting in and out of consciousness for the next five hours or so. Gah! I blame the cat, who was snuggling with me on the couch.

I'm up now. Feeling pretty OK; we'll see how tonight goes. M. picked up Z., and my parents are hehe for some relaxation and birthday-celebratin'.

Oh, and the financial markets are falling apart, but, you know, news to follow eventually.

Tags: 2008, bebe, not news
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