Christ almighty am I tired. The screen is swimming in front of me as my sheets run through the washing machine upstairs. I shouldn't be washing clothes this late, but it was really necessary in this case.

I helped a very good friend move her stuff down from the Bay Area this weekend, and we just arrived in Los Angeles not more than a half an hour ago.

Odd things occur in your brain at this time of night, and I can't say that they're all good. I haven't stayed up this late in a night since that all nighter I pulled at Virtualis.

We're not bothering to unload the truck since neither of us care to expend that effort yet. Perhaps tomorrow we shall call the coyote and have him help us. I'm still disputing whether or not I'm going to work tomorrow. I'm going to have to wake up at about 8:00, check my email, and hopefully go back to sleep.

Argh.