Oh my God, I think my body hates me. I went to sleep last night at 2:30 after watching the director's cut of The Lawnmower Man (which, in my humble opinion, really didn't do much to help the movie), and though I slept well, my body decided to wake up at 6:30 this morning, on the friggin weekend! So I got up, went downstairs and did laundry, critiqued a few manuscripts, came back up, took a shower, got dressed, and called my Dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day. It's only 11:00, but I feel like I've been up forever. Guh.

I just hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of one of Terry Bisson's sentences, though that would seem appropriate for a Terry Bisson story, so maybe I should do it anyway. Hmm.

Anyway, so some more reading and critiquing to do. Ta for now.