And talked on the phone with Stuart, who's in Florida for some reason. I think I was told, but, well, I forgot.
So Frida and I hung out, ate some Pho, and watched TV - several episodes of Project Runway, followed by several episodes of Cathouse. Amusingly, she'd never seen - or heard of - project runway, though she watches things like Trading Places avidly.
And I'd never heard of Cathouse, which was quite entertaining. Though I have to say that every time they broke out the power drills with dildos attached, I started having flashbacks to the Anal Intruder...
She finally went to bed at about 1:30 or so. I napped for a bit, then drove home, where I stayed up until dawn. I don't remember doing anything particularly productive, but I was up nonetheless.
I slept for a few hours, woke up - probably because of all the realtor calls (well, and the dentist. I get my deep cleaning tomorrow instead of Wednesday. Yay, I say). Finally got back to bed at noon, only to have the homes sales guy call at 2:00 to say he was on his way.
That's the fastest shower I've taken in a while.
Then an a few hours of more time wastage, followed by a trip up here, where I'm dealing with anxiety the Bruce way, with carbs. Lots of carbs.
At least I should make it to the show on time, at the latest.