Oh Yeah

I want to go to bed because I've averaged about 4 hours of sleep the past week (the Rose Bowl is my only real excuse, the other days I just stayed up on the internet-web-thingy because I had nothing better to do. And really there was nothing better online, I just didn't feel like going to sleep. So it's my fault.) but my dad is cleaning the basement for an open house thingy that we are having tomorrow (actually, he is having it. In fact, this so isn't mine that he actually gave me a formal invitation (that was photocopied, but it was still the image of the invitation.)) and I can't go to sleep with the rustling and the vacuum cleaner. I told him I would do it (after he told me to do it, but still I said I would do it) and yet he still is cleaning it. Whatever. He's cleaning and I want to sleep, besides, no one is coming down here anyway, it's a Hell-hole.

Oh, and I have a story about the bank that goes with my 'I just don't do that' post awhile back, but I am not in the right mind to write about it. So that's for a later date.

Alright, now I wait for the cleaning to stop so I can finally fall asleep for the next 14 hours.