Insominia strikes again. Had it last night, so one might assume that tonight sleep or the sand man may visit, but it just isn't so.
That's ok. At least it's Friday tomorrow. I've got a project due, and I didn't get very far due to doctor's appointment. But that's ok. I'll drink a lot of coffee and power through.
This weekend's agenda: Possible gym trip with Shane for a new weight routine and possible movie outing with those boys for Gran Torino.
And I must finish organizing my upper flat. Something I started when I was on Christmas break. Made the appointment for my junk to be picked up next Thursday. I find deadlines motivate me.