How pathetic am I, sitting here in my bathrobe and jammies at 4:00 in the freaking PM and polishing off my first cup of coffee of the day?

SIGH.

Monday night I took some Benadryl and I was in bed and asleep by midnight. I woke up around 9:30 yesterday. It was to be a day of Getting My Shit Together. Paying bills, running errands, making necessary phone calls, increasing the dent in the cleaning that needs to be done, and, finally, answering all of the e-mail I owe people. But then the mail came, and brought me my shiny new Season 2 Buffy DVDs, and all bets were off. And then I didn't get to bed until 4:00 this morning, so so much for my cunning plan to turn my sleep-wake cycle around to normal hours. Bah.

Off I go to get dressed and go run some errands. Hopefully when I get back I'll have time to do e-mail. Because the guilt from that is beginning to seriously depress me. I wish I could afford a DSL modem, or something. No way am I putting my ISP e-mail addie up here, but replying to my Hotmail messages is such a damn big process because of having to wait for the page to load every time I click a damn button.

SIGH, again. If this were a Live Journal and I had one of those little dancing mood indicator thingies, it would be set to "cranky."