That's my Amy.
Meanwhile, still have a raging headache. It feels like tomorrow should be Monday. I'm glad it's not, mostly. But it's a very strange feeling, where I've slept all day. I suppose my Friday felt like a Saturday, so I must have slept through Sunday. That's not such a bad thing. I'm stressed as fuck about everything I didn't get done, but feeling somewhat calmer about it all from the sleep. More sleep tonight should be nice. Or so I hope. Things could be awkward, but I'm fairly used to that.
Amy's slept for crap for a nearly indefinite period of time, now; and she of late seems to sleep even worse when she's down with her folks. She's also on pins and needles (her words) from her job interview on Thursday. ((second round, she'll find out "in a few days" if she got it. She really wants it--she loves that school, or so she says. la.)) La.