I'd rather be sleeping now, in fact. So stupid of me, to stay up that late. I grumbled at Mark for not telling me when he went to bed, but really, it's my own fault for not looking at my watch.
We didn't see a movie last night, only hung around Barnes & Noble, which is how got the book. Tomorrow is my nephew Justin's 10th birthday party, and today, I need to call Dad and wish him a happy birthday, too. He's 69 today.
Oh, lord...I gorgot about the spaghetti and meatballs I left in the microwave. I'd better go eat them. Ciao!