No sleep makes Lynda tired. I also have a sore throat.

Last night I had a vision of what my apartment should look like.

It came to me at 2:00 am.

I spent the next hour making sketches so I would remember all the details.

Then I spent the hour after that trying to resist the urge to get up and rearrange my furniture.

Then I fell asleep for four hours.

Then The Girl Downstairs and Her Boyfriend decided to get up for the day.

So I had to get up too.

Then I vacuumed. I hope they heard it.

Then I moved furniture. I hope they heard that, too.

Then Michelle and I went shopping for seven hours. I bought many apartment things, and I promise to elaborate when I'm not so sleepy.

Then I spent a few hours making a stick sculpture for my walls. Wait till you see it.

While I made my sculpture, I watched the gala for the skating.

Still waiting to see Jeff Buttle. Of course he is on last. So tired.

The Girl got home about 15 minutes ago. I can't tell if Boyfriend is with her, but if he is, I'm really hoping they don't have hot monkey sex yet, because I'm ready for bed, and don't feel like being traumatized again.

Good night.