|Damn it Chunk, you're not coming in without doing the Truffle Shuffle!
||[Mar. 20th, 2004|09:10 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||the sound of an empty house||]|
Shoot me. I didn't get to bed until a little after 5 am. At 7 am, my mom and my aunt began calling my cell phone and the house line relentlessly to wake my brother and I up so we could help my grandparents with one final load of schlep. We got over there a little before 8 only to discover that they weren't ready to load anything yet because my grandpa was still trying to get a trailer. Suffice to say, Dave and I were not too happy (with my mom, not my grandpa). Finally around 9 or so we started loading and around 10 we got on the road to someplace an hour south of Clinton, MO.
By time we got home at 5, I'd grabbed MAYBE 40 minutes of sleep on the drive to and back from their new house. Thus, I promptly passed out when I got home, slept through Bob calling me, slept through my alarm to wake up for Dathan's show, slept through a couple text messages, all until the alarm clock downstairs started going off shortly before 9 pm. I'm tired. So very tired. Why am I still awake? I can't sleep. Ugh.