I slept ten hours, then took a shower and watched Alias. By 5, I could not keep my eyes open, so I went back to bed. It felt like many hours, but it was only about one and a half. Holy crap.
It's 8.30, I feel a little more awake now. Awake enough to realize what a loser I am; yet ANOTHER Saturday night at home. Sigh.
I thought about trying to go to Target, or at least up the street to Duane Reade for snacks. But then I'd have to get dressed, and ugh, am I really up for that? Maybe later. Tomorrow I suppose I really should leave the house.