Saturday night, twenty before eight, and I’m slightly drunk. I started drinking at about 4PM. I don’t drink early often. After inhaling a few bottles I decided to pace myself. Won’t be long until I pass from “slightly drunk” to “drunk” and beyond, though.

Last night I had a hard time sleeping. I know why. Five diet cokes over fourteen hours. That’ll do it, eh? My Friday afternoon meeting lasted longer than expected for no good reason whatsoever. The committee should have approved the student request in about thirty seconds but took fifteen minutes. I left work and drove home. The lawn was long, and I thought of cutting it before dinner but the computer distracted me until I got off my ass and pulled out the lawn mower. After hanging out a while with the boys I…what in the hell did I do last night? I swear, my memory gets worse week by week. I don’t remember. Later, though, I read Outlander and answered messages until 1AM or so, when I fell asleep on the front porch futon.

This morning I woke to find the predicted rain late to arrive. Yay! I worked in the yard (actually the side of the house) from about 10AM until about 3PM. I pulled wayward grass out from around the front yard tree, pulled weeds all along the side of the house, trimmed along the front and sides, drove to the mulch place and bought ten huge bags of mulch, spread the mulch along the side of the house and a few other small places (e.g. around the ornamental grass), pulled out the failed anti-weed carpet (it took the weeds along when removed, at least), put down new anti-weed carpet, and spread mulch on that. I was pleasantly tired by the time I finished. The landscaping still needs work, of course, but I was happy with today’s progress. Later I showered, started drinking, and read from Outlander a bit more. The beautiful weather turned a while back and the cold rain will be here full-on soon. I’m listening to SOTL in the dark. What should I do next?

Graduation is tomorrow. Bleh. Maybe I’ll make cookies. Good night.