When I can't sleep, I can't blog.
And I can't sleep in an empty bed. My mind wanders. There's no reason to keep still. There's no reason not to jump up at a moment's notice.
And it sucks that I can't blog, because besides all of my fun/fabulous packing (I know you're jealous), I managed to do something actually exciting as opposed to pretend exciting: when walking home from Ben and Jerry's last night with Laura around 11, I we saw Cedric the Entertainer eating at my favorite restaurant.
Being as cool as I was, I proceeded to not recognize him, and to spill ice cream all over my pink capris as Laura and I were laughing about the waiter who was acting like it was his job to mention to everyone who passed by that yes, that was Cedric. And no, he didn't wait on him, but he knew the woman who did. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
He was gross, and a charicature of the slimey, self-important waiter. Hence the laughter. And the spilling.