2. In other news, I spent this morning running around town trying to replace my husband’s busted iPhone. He dropped it and cracked the screen MONTHS ago, but was using it anyway, tapping out texts around the shards of glass that were falling out. Finally I started to worry about bleeding and took action. I went to the Genius Bar at the Apple Store, where a real live genius basically told me they could sell me a replacement at a reduced price. Now, I know you CAN order kits online and try to repair them yourself. And I have faith in some of my abilities. But using a tiny little screwdriver to delicately remove phone parts WHILE watching a ten minute YouTube tutorial? Not really one of them. While I was doing all this, we switched phones, which tickled me to no end, because it meant he was going to be stuck with my Josh Elliott/GMA screensaver, howling Neko Case “Twist the Knife” custom ringtone AND a pink Kate Spade case I knew he’d be mocked for at the jobsite. In the end, I took pity and changed the case and ringtone. But NOT the GMA shot. Let the plumbers and HVAC guys think he has a thing for Josh Elliott. Don’t we all?

3. The Oscars are this weekend (I think?) (edit: They are NOT! Thanks, everyone, for the clarification. Just shows how truly out of it I really am.) It’s just so depressing to me how little I am invested in the ceremony or movies in general. I used to be SUCH an Oscar person I ran a contest with my students at UNC, making them guess at the major categories and then giving prizes to whoever got the most right. These days, I’m lucky to have seen maybe ONE of the movies nominated (The Help). Now, if we were giving awards for Princess movies or Fresh Beat Band episodes, I’d be golden. Clooney and Streep don’t tend to do those, though. But I will be tuning in, because honestly, basketball, chocolate and awards shows are all that get me through February. And that is one thing that I think will never change.

4. It’s indicative of my issues with blogging that it is now 7:05 and I started this post back at about 11am. Where does the time GO? How did I once blog seven, then five, then three days a week when I can’t even get ONE Five done in a single day? These are the questions I can’t answer right now, as my kid is watching Pinky Dinky Doo and I try to finish this. I either used to be MUCH more productive or….well, I can’t even go there. Maybe I’ll do better next week.

5. Finally, everyone I know is now into Pinterest, from my Twitter friends to my babysitters and everyone in between. They keep telling me I MUST try it, but I am hesitant. I mean, I can’t even get a blog entry done these days (see above). Do I really need something ELSE siphoning off my time? It’s hard enough to get off Twitter long enough to have a life. But I do like the idea of, well, idea boards. Pictures to inspire and organize, as well as give me a sense of control over the chaos of my life. Oh, man. See? I’m already sucked in and I haven’t even GONE there yet! I think I just need more hours in my day. Or a clone. Maybe they have a Pinterest board for that? Please, God, help me NOT to go see as soon as I finish this.

*sigh*

Have a great weekend, everyone!

There it was. CRAZY! And even nuttier: I found TWO MORE in the same patch. I was so pumped. Meanwhile, my kid, not understanding how exciting this is, had moved onto throwing rocks. I took all three inside, pressed them in a book, and intend to keep them always. I mean, who knows when I’ll find another one?

2. For the past two nights, sleep has been hard to come by. I hate when that happens. Mostly because sleeping is one of my favorite things in the WORLD. Also, I become crazy when sleep deprived. Look no further than when my daughter was an infant and I was getting only 1-2 hour stretches a couple of times a night. First, I was forgetful. Then loopy. Then emotional. Then I REALLY lost it. My husband, to his credit, saw it coming. When we met with our post-partum doula while I was pregnant, she asked him what his greatest concern was about the baby coming. Without hesitation, he replied, “I’m afraid Sarah won’t get enough sleep and go crazy.” Done and done! Knowing this about myself justifies various remedies, like power napping. And sometimes crawling BACK into bed once someone else is up to hang with my early-riser daughter. Seriously, though: for the last two days, I’ve been wearing makeup. I NEVER wear makeup on regular, non-writer-stuff days UNLESS I have such dark circles under my eyes that I look haunted. So now, at least to me, I look like I’m ready for a pageant or something. There’s got to be a middle ground, someplace. Also: yaaaaawn.

3. Here’s another thing that won’t make you feel good: ripping the back of your pants. I don’t care how big or small you are, when this happens, it’s embarrassing. Especially when you notice it around dinnertime, as I did last night, and then are left to ponder WHEN, exactly, it happened and who saw you walking around with your underwear showing. Yikes. My daughter thought his was hilarious. My husband gave his standard response, “Damn, wide load!” (Which he will say to anyone who splits their pants, whether they are big, small or whatever.) Suffice to say, not my proudest moment. Thank goodness I’d just found that four leaf clover.

4. I have written here before about how much I LOVE This American Life, the radio show from WBEZ Chicago. It is my favorite podcast AND my favorite app, and kept me company during a lot of lonely book tour time. Me and Ira Glass: we’re like, BFFs. Who don’t really know each other. Anyway, today I was  at the gym, listening to an older show on my iPod while doing the weight machines. (Side note: I began doing this again when I noticed I was getting that wobbly-wiggly-tricep-shaking-when-you-wave-thing. No can do!) Anyway, so I’m listening, headphones on, and the guy talking is telling a story about a crazy crush he had years ago, and he says, “I was just  a steaming, hot pot of crazy,” and I literally busted out laughing, right there on the tricep press. Ha! If you haven’t ever listened, go do so for free on their website. It will make you laugh, think, cry. Sometimes all three in the same hour. Just try not to scare anyone lifting heavy things with your outburst.

5. Finally, this has been one of those weeks where I’ve had to be very grownup-y. (Yes, I know that’s not a word. Did I mention I’m tired?) I won’t go into detail but I’ve had some work stress and job things to deal with that were not fun, and that’s WITHOUT ripping my pants and wearing concealer in broad daylight. My first reaction, always, when this happens, is to regress. All I want to do is crawl into bed, eat potato chips, and sulk. Which is a little bit harder to do now that I have to, like, take care of another person. Still: tempting. More and more I realize that being an adult, at least for me, is not a constant state of being. Instead, it comes in waves and bursts, which I need to learn to ride better and utilize, because the next minute I’m bursting out laughing when someone says, “steaming hot pot of crazy.” (Tee-HEE!) I always thought that by this point in my life I’d feel like an adult 24/7. Not so. I’m not sure if this is a good or bad thing. As a writer of YA, it’s helpful to be able to tap back into that younger state of mind. Not so much when I need to put my big girl pants on and make myself heard when someone’s not listening. Again, I guess it’s waves. Better than never at all, I suppose. And who wants to be a grownup ALL the time, anyway? Whatever. I’m going to eat potato chips now.

Have a good weekend, everyone!

2. Also this morning, my mind was kind of blown by this piece I saw on GMA about pregnant women doing extreme sports. They had this woman who was eight months along and scaling a rock face in Joshua Tree. EIGHT MONTHS! Holy pajamas. When I about six months along, I was in Asheville and walked to Malaprops, my favorite indie bookstore there, from our hotel, a distance of about four blocks. I was so tired once I got there I seriously considered calling a cab for the ride back. True story! And now, my kid is four and I STILL couldn’t climb a rock face because I am too tired. Watching that piece, I had the same feeling I do when I see celebs drop their baby weight in, like, ten minutes. Or say they love “EVERYTHING” about being a parent (I’m looking at you, Tori Spelling!). It just makes it hard to, you  know, eat your weight in potato chips after your kid throws a massive tantrum or think how much just ONCE you’d love to take a leisurely shower without little hands banging on the door. Bottom line: we all are doing the best we can. And it is enough. It has to be. Right?

3. If you are into YA fiction, this is a GREAT time to be hitting your local bookstores. John Green’s latest, THE FAULT IN OUR STARS, is a number one New York Times Bestseller (woot!) and he’s on tour. Also out and about: Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler, doing appearances for THE FUTURE OF US. I’m always happy to see YA getting great attention, but I am particularly thrilled to see books do well that are NOT about the undead. No offense to all the vampires and zombies out there. It’s just been a bit lonely over here in the realistic fiction realm. It’s a big pond, there’s room for everyone. But I am so happy to have good company!

4. My husband just called me. When I told him I was at a coffee shop, he said, “Being a writer? Are you wearing a beret?” This is another reason I could not work out in public. He would be merciless. (Disclaimer: I do not have  a beret. Although I have been known to wear a black turtleneck and look tortured, usually while on deadline.)

5. Finally, I got to do one of my FAVORITE things this week: a foreign edition book drop. Whenever a book of mine is translated into another language, I am given copies. Usually anywhere from two to ten. I only need one for my own collection, so I often find myself with a big stack of books in languages I don’t read that need homes. So I’ve come up with this system. Once I amass a few, I take them down to Dey Hall, on the UNC campus, where the foreign language department is housed. I leave them with a sign that says FREE BOOKS, TAKE! and then tweet about it, hoping they find homes. This time, I brought my daughter. We snuck in as classes were changing, put up our sign, then snapped a pic:

Personally, I think the princess stickers were a nice touch. Anyway, before I even LEFT I had someone stop and start rifling through them. YAY! And I heard via Twitter from two girls who took copies. It’s a small thrill, but such a fun one. I love to find my books good homes. And getting to do it at UNC makes it even better. Plus, as a reward for our good deeds, we hit Sugarland for cupcakes:

And yes, they DID taste as good as they look. And now I’m hungry. I wonder if they sell cupcakes here?

Have a good weekend, everyone!

Anyway. Once I am finished with Tarzan and she’s in bed, I get to watch one of my FAVORITE guilty pleasures, The Golden Globe Awards. There’s glamour! Fashion! Tipsy speeches! Does it matter that I have not seen hardly ANY movies this year? No, because they also do TV at the Globes. I WILL watch in my pajamas, pretending I am in an evening gown. As I say every entry lately: you do what you have to, in January.

Finally, today we visited my parents again, and again were sent home with a variety of items. My parents are moving from the house I grew up in this spring, so every trip over is like a fire sale/game show: I leave with parting gifts. The other day, it was this totally antiquated juicer that was passed down by my grandmother. Forget modern day appliances. LOOK at this thing:

Breakfast expediter or implement of torture? You decide.

Today, though, I left with something a bit less painful. At least in some ways. Among his papers, my father found a bound copy of my Creative Writing Honors Thesis from my senior year at UNC. Also known as the first novel I ever attempted to write. It is, in a word, terrible. I think I eventually finished it (note it says “novel in progress”) but I have no idea how it ended. It currently resides with all my OTHER books that didn’t work, in my closet and on backups. Oh, well. It’s still kind of fun to see. Not sure if I can bring myself to read it, however. Maybe after I make some juice.

Have a good night, everyone!

2. Finally, FINALLY, new shows are coming back. I know it makes me sound shallow but I need something, anything to get me through these dreary winter months. (I have also been looking at beach house rentals, which is my other way of coping. If I can’t have summer, I can plan for it.) Last night was a new 30 Rock, which I didn’t even  REALIZE how much I’d missed. I love, love Tina Fey. I just want to, like, be her BFF and talk about parenting with her. Also there was a new Office, which is always a great thing. Now I just need ABC to finally bring back Cougar Town—the great show with the awful name—and I’ll be relatively sure I can make it to March. I know, I know, it’s TV. But you do what you have to do in January.

3. The other thing I’m doing to hang in there is reading, and lots of it. Right now I am LOVING Elissa Schappell’s BLUEPRINTS FOR BUILDING BETTER GIRLS, and I have on deck both John Green and Megan McCafferty’s newest. On my iPad,  I’m looking forward to FAITH by Jennifer Haigh (recommended by the fab Jennifer Weiner, who always picks great reads, I keep a list) and re-reading Sara Zarr’s STORY OF A GIRL, which I loved the first time around, years ago. Then, on audio, I just finished Mindy Kaling’s IS EVERYONE HANGING OUT WITHOUT ME (AND OTHER CONCERNS) which was great and honestly, JUST what I needed after eight hours about the Jonestown Massacre, which I’d listened to before it. Now I’m listening to Stephanie Madoff Mack’s book, THE END OF NORMAL. I know, my audiobook selections in particular are, to say the least, diverse. But at least never dull.

4. I am writing this from a shopping center parking lot, which MIGHT seem odd but is actually sort of nice. These days, now that I’m back to writing (yay!) I’ve had less and less time for blogging and all the other social networking stuff, so I cram it in when I can, where I can. Which is often in parking lots, for some reason. I have to say, though, one of my best investments EVER was this little T-Mobile mobile hotspot thingy (that’s not the technical term) I bought a few months back. It’s the size of a small cell phone and I pay something like $25/month for more than enough internet time than I need. I bring my laptop, pull out my hotspot, boot both up and have a secure online connection ANYWHERE. This is not a paid endorsement. I’m just saying because you, too, might want to have a mobile office right outside of CVS or preschool. We have the technology!

5. Finally, I’ve been pretty much MIA from everything other than writing and reading lately, but when I was lucky enough recently to be asked to do an interview by Claire Zulkey to be featured on the WBEZ website (which makes me think of Ira Glass and This American Life, two things I LOVE LOVE LOVE) I jumped at the chance. It’s up today, and you can read it here. And yes, I do talk about television. Not that you’d be surprised, but you have been warned. Thanks, Claire!

Have a good weekend, everyone!

Still, I AM excited about 2012. I am back to writing (early stages, can’t talk about it, terribly superstitious/worried about jinxing myself) which makes me REALLY happy. Mostly because by the end of the book tour I was so tired I was convinced I could never write again. Amazing what some sleep can do. Like Mariah Carey said, back during HER breakdown, “Sleep deprivation is real, people!” Indeed.

I will say that January is not my favorite month. Nor is February. But at least new shows are coming back—30 Rock returns this Thursday!!!—and we’ve had some lovely not-winter like weather to spoil us. All good.

In my spare time—what’s that, again?—I opened a Twitter account for my rooster, Foghorn, simply because he is SO glorious. I mean, look:

It was really just a silly, stupid thing to do. But now he has over 700 followers! He already has WAY too much attitude. I think I will have to limit his Tweets so it doesn’t all go to his already large head. (He’s at @FoghornNC if you are on Twitter and are so inclined.)

Finally, I am still trying to find the balance with blogging and the rest of my life. I don’t like doing regular entries, because it becomes work, not fun. But I miss doing entries at all. I’m thinking this blog will become quick, little entries, when they strike me, with the pressure off for longer ones. It’s either that or go back to Tumblr, which, if I am honest, I don’t really understand. Sound good? I mean, I like to disappear and just be, you know, Snow White with my kid. But I also want to be able to tell you totally cool stuff like my rooster being on Twitter, or John Green’s new book—THE FAULT IN OUR STARS—-going on sale this Tuesday. Balance, people. Even as a clumsy person, or maybe because of that, I’m always hoping for it.

Have a good night, everyone!

2. What this new year WILL be about, for me, is writing. Stephen King has a great quote about writing with the door closed and editing with the door open. I think being on book tour and doing events is also like leaving that door WIDELY ajar, for weeks at a time. It’s fun and social and giddy and exhausting, but not exactly conducive to getting any novels written. To do that, I need to be home, have quiet and dependable childcare. There were times, during this last year, that I kept thinking that ten books might be enough for awhile, that maybe I didn’t want to write any more for a bit, take a breather, see what happened. But that has passed. Now I am not only working but WANTING to work, both great things. I will shut the door gently (no slamming, promise!) and emerge when I am done. Although I might dart out now and again for chocolate and coffee.

3. I really am not a fan of New Year’s Eve. Maybe it’s all my years as the designated driver, when I had to corral and drag my friends out of parties to make curfew. Or the fact that my kid, who wakes up at 6am, will not CARE if I have stayed up late to greet the new year, still expecting me to be ready to play before the sun is up. But it’s also one of those holidays where you always feel like you need to be doing something fabulous, and I am not good at fabulous. I live far out in the country, I like to go to bed early, and fancy shoes make my feet hurt. Hence, I will be here tomorrow night, making chili and cornbread, in my Uggs. Which is fabulous in its own way. At least, it is to me.

4. I wrote in this blog last week about the CD Swap we did with our close friends this year instead of gifts. It was just SO awesome I think we are going to make it a holiday tradition. I should know this already, via Owen Armstrong, but you really know someone SO much better when you get a glimpse of the music they love. Also, I am now feeling semi-hip in that I’ve been introduced to all these hip bands I never would be listening to otherwise, like Neutral Milk Hotel and Sleigh Bells and The Magnetic Fields. I would almost feel cool…if I was not also blasting The Laurie Berkner Band and The Best of Sesame Street from the same car stereo. Oh, well.

5. Finally,a new year’s wish for all of you: I hope you have a SAFE New Year’s Eve (get a designated driver to corral and drag you out of parties!) and a wonderful 2012 filled with hope and good cheer and great things. I hope you have black-eyed peas and collard greens on Jan 1st (Southern tradition, the greens are for money, the peas for luck) and good chocolate, coffee and (if it’s age appropriate) adult beverages all year round. Here’s to a year of good writing, good reading, and just plain good. I’ll wrap up this entry with a list I made on the return flight of my LAST trip of this year, where I decided to write out all the places I’d been on book tour since May. I look at it and know that next year, I’ll be sticking closer to home. Although it sure was fun:

Yep, that bottom line says 7 month, 12 trips, 18 cities. Whew! No wonder I’m still tired.

Happy New Year, everyone! See you on the other side.

Tonight, we’re headed over to see friends for the Christmas party where we are all going to swap CDs instead of gifts. The challenge was simple: make a playlist of your favorite music. Of course, because I am Ms. Details (actually that’s not my real married name, but you get the idea) I was like, “Wait, is this our favorite music of ALL TIME? Or just currently? Or is it holiday music?” I cannot get any kind of Best Of list-making directive without going all High Fidelity. Then I had to obsess for days over my choices. My husband, of course, sat down and put his together in about five minutes. No qualms, no second guessing. This is but one reason we get along so well, I think. You can only have one obsessive in a marriage. Otherwise, it just gets really neurotic and crowded.

Anyway. For those of you who MIGHT be interested (and because I did spend so long obsessing) here is what I came up with. I would probably have edited it, but once the CDs were burned, I had to stick. Unless I have time to burn some more. Which I might, but….no. This is it:

1. Rumour Has It/Someone Like You, Glee Cast
It’s Glee AND Adele songs. I mean, come on.

2. Free Girl Now, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
If you are sick of someone/something, this is a great theme song.

3. Rewrite, Paul Simon
Simon’s entire new album is great, but as a writer, am partial to this song.

4. Shake it Out, Florence and the Machine
I should be so sick of this song by now. I am not. I cannot stop listening to it.

5. Johnsburg, Illinois, Tom Waits
A song that is only about a minute and a half long, and every second lovely.

6. Ben Lee, Ben Lee
I love Ben Lee for so many reasons. Who else channels their self-loathing into song?

7. Walk, Foo Fighters
This is another great one for when you need some courage, gumption or just to RUN on the treadmill.

8. A Little Bit of Everything, Dawes
I only heard this song recently, but it just kind of tugged at me. Don’t you love that?

9. Best Love, Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers featuring Paul McCartney
Steve Martin playing the banjo, Paul McCartney singing. Enough said.

10: Clementine, Sarah Jaffe
It is my daughter’s middle name, after all.

11. 9 Volt Heart, The Iguanas
I have my James McMurtry Pandora station to thank for this one.

12. Bedtime Lullaby, Mark Kozelek
From Yo Gabba Gabba, this is guaranteed to put all sleep deprived parents RIGHT down.

13. The Fear, Lily Allen
Honest and brash and true.

14. Straight Tequila Night, John Anderson
For the rest of my life, whenever I hear the opening chords of this song, I am RIGHT back at the Flying Burrito, tying on my apron, making sure I have some pens, and getting ready for the shift to start. It was the first song on our most-played mix tape.

15. We’re All In This Together, Ben Lee
Because one Ben Lee song is never enough.

16. Peace, Weezer
All good lists, and years, should end with Peace. Don’t you think?

Anyway, that’s mine. For contrast, consider my husband’s list, which is most Joe Strummer side projects and The Devil Makes Three. Variety makes a marriage, just like obsessing and NOT obsessing.

I wish all of YOU a happy, happy holiday. Eat cookies, sleep, hug the ones you love. Peace.

Have a great evening, everyone!

2. Another reason for good cheer is that earlier this week, I had my annual mammogram. (Ah, the joys of being 40+, right?) It was routine, get smooshed, endure slight but necessary discomfort, move on. But then yesterday, I got a call from the doctor. There was something they wanted to take another look at so I needed to come in as soon as I could for more images. Of course, I totally panicked. It is just My Way. I tried to distract myself with finger painting and preschool pageants and Top Chef episodes, but I was nervous. This afternoon, I was back at the hospital, getting smooshed again. Then, I had to wait in this little room. I flipped through three magazines (cannot remember a single article I read in any of them). Finally this VERY nice doctor sticks his head in. “Everything’s good!” he says, and I almost burst into tears. “You are my favorite person today!” I told him, and he just smiled and said, “Happy Holidays.” Oh, man. I don’t think I need Love, Actually—or anything else—after all.

3. Have I mentioned that my goal is to learn the Fresh Beat “It was a Great Day” Dance before the new year as a surprise for my daughter? NO? Well, that’s probably because it’s a really embarrassing thing to aspire to. But there it is. I found this video on YouTube and I just need to carve out some time to watch it, repeatedly. Want to do it too? Here it is. Also: I’m kind of fascinated with the woman who made this video. Who is she? And how did she get her kid to be so quiet while she demonstrated? These are the things I am thinking instead of actually learning the dance. Which is probably why I don’t know it yet….

4. It is 4:24 and practically dark outside. People, this is serious. Thank GOODNESS December 21st is so soon and then finally the days will start inching back longer again. It’s dark when I go to bed, dark when I wake up (my kid, the perennial early riser) and then dark before dinner. THE DARKNESS IS UPON US. The only cure is a raging fireplace and/or a slideshow of beach and summer pictures. Just so you know. Or, you could learn the Fresh Beat Dance. Up to you.

5. Finally, we’re doing a CD swap with friends for the holiday, and you know what that means: I’m nervous. Mostly because some of these friends are serious Owen Armstrong types. Which is to say, they KNOW their stuff and feel super passionate about all music. (Courtney: you know who I am talking about!) I know that their CDs will be filled with all the coolest new stuff I have never heard of yet, bands so hip they’re like, not even formed. In the past this kind of pressure has led me to try to compete with equally cool/hip stuff, but this year, I am taking a different tack. I plan to go ALL OUT with the stuff I really love, opinions be damned. So there will be the Glee Adele mashup,”Bedtime Lullaby” from Yo Gabba Gabba. I might even throw on some Dan Fogelberg or Barry Manilow. Why? BECAUSE I CAN. This is another great thing about being 40+. You just don’t really care anymore. And that, I think, is the best gift of all.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

This weekend, though, we got ENTIRELY festive when Dessen Racing sponsored a float in the annual Chapel Hill Holiday Parade. We got up early Saturday morning, packed up our decorations and the car on the trailer, and headed into town. They gave us our spot and we jumped out to start decorating on the fly, fueled by hot chocolate and cupcakes from Sugarland, one of THE best bakeries in town. By just before parade start, we were ready:

It was my job to represent the team, hand out stickers and distribute candy. Spangled Santa Hat was optional:

(There is another pic, which my husband goaded me into taking, where I am striking the backside-to-the-camera pose from the cover of WHAT HAPPENED TO GOODBYE, but I am not inclined to share it here. Although it is on Twitter (regrettably). Impulse is bad, people!)

We also filled the truck bed with some elves to throw candy at the crowd. They were VERY enthusiastic, to the point that at some times bystanders were getting pelted. I kept having to say, “Underhand, please! Throw underhand!” Also, I think they may have eaten as much candy as they tossed. But I can’t really blame them. They are kids, after all:

We ran through the candy before the parade even ended, which was a bummer. Next time I’ll need to buy MUCH more. I did love it, though, when Kadin, one of the kids, kept hollering, “Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! We’re out of CANDY!” at the people as we passed. Whoops.

All in all, I have to say, it really did get me into the spirit AND reminded me why I love my hometown so much. People were OUT, lining the streets with their kids and families, even in the cold, and everyone was cheerful and waving. We were right behind a middle school band, so we had a holiday soundtrack (usually on key) as well. It’s been a crazy year and a lot of sad and bad things have happened, and continue to happen, in this world all around us. But for a little while, I could just walk and wave and be oh so grateful to be here, right here, right now.

Speaking of Dessen Racing, they’re having a contest over on their Facebook Page. You can post a pic of your holiday decorations, have your friends like the page, and if you get enough votes, win some of my signed books AND t-shirts. So go check it out!

And now another week begins. Christmas is COMING, people! I have shopping to do, but really all I want to do is curl up and read the ARC I scored (thanks, Megan!) of Megan McCafferty’s THUMPED (the sequel to BUMPED, which I loved) watch Love, Actually and nap. Hopefully I can find a happy medium between the two. Wish me luck!

Have a good night, everyone!