I got up this morning after eight hours of sleep, went to breakfast, came home, and took a two and a half hour nap.
THAT'S how tired I am. (Pregnancy? Progesterone? Symptoms are the same. I have no clue and wouldn't venture a guess.)
It's nine p.m. now. I could've easily gone to bed at seven.
Fortunately, I have Bridesmaids to keep me up until a reasonable hour.
I've watched it twice this weekend.
For my money, no movie has better captured female friendship. And it's easily the funniest movie I've seen in years. From the opening bad-sex sounds to the Wilson-Phillips finale, there's not one second I don't love.
If you haven't seen it yet, you're in for something special.
And that's it for me and coherence. Bedtime.