Timmie just had to order the chocolate cake, so I ended up taking way too many forks full of the stuff.
Lucinda had to leave around 7:30, so we kinda dissolved. I drove Kirsten back home, went to mine, then collapsed.
Apparently all that "lack of sleep" thing finally caught up with me. I still slept kinda fitfully, but I still got a fair amount, which has been a nice change.
The Cheesecake Factory effect has kicked in again - today's weight measurement was a drop of 3 pounds over yesterday's.
Today has been relatively uneventful, though I am involved in negotiations for the house - I ended up spending about 2 hours figuring out how to effectively scan and fax 11 pages of documents.
So it's possible it may be sold by tomorrow. Which would be very cool.
After I finally finished that, I scooped up Timmie and markobellydance, and ran them up to Alameda, to the going-away party. Which has been very low key, but fun.
Of course, I'm also more than a little tipsy at this point, which might be clouding my judgement just a wee bit.
Gods, this sale thing is stressing me out...