Lord, I'm tired. I went to bed at 5a for no good reason last night, woke up at 8.30a this morning.

And why? Because I forgot to take my allergy pill before going to bed. Again. Because the last time I did that was two days ago, which is far too long to remember. The memories had completely faded in all that time. Apparently.

Jesus, I'm tired, but at 8.30a I stopped being able to breathe more than three breaths in a row without weezing at the end, which meant that I had to clear my throat. For about an hour, before I gave up and just sat up, blew my nose, and read the end of Ender's Game.

Got up, went out to get breakfast, bought and sent Mom's Mother's Day card, which will arrive late but there's not a lot I can do about that other than go back in time and send it with the late library book that I sent on Wednesday, bought a 48 pack of 24 hour allergy pills, came home and now I'm mulling over a nap.

I might be able to both breathe well enough and be tired enough to do so at this point. And if I don't, I'll be miserable as hell tonight.

Okay, I napped for three hours, and now feel slightly more human. Carrying on:

I was sitting in my apartment, looking out the window and thinking what a gorgeous day it was, when I suddenly thought, "Hey, I could go out there!" and ended up spending the afternoon in the backyard listening to the happy songs playlists that I had made for my friend.

I wasn't going to deal with tanning, but the sun ended up being too good to waste, so I ended up taking off my shirt and lounging in my bra. It was a really nice day.

I had no hopes for the audience last night, since it was the finale of Friends, so who was going to come to the theatre? Not to mention the fact that it was the second night, and therefor second-night slump was sure to compound the Friends issue.

The 7p show, the one that had had more than ten people the night before, did in fact have a much smaller house, but the 9p show did much better and had thirteen whole entire people there. Aka, the thirteen people in NYC who didn't want to watch the finale of Friends.

Speaking of the End of Civilization as We Know It, I mean, the end of Friends, I TiVoed it and then watched it some hours later, which means that when the end was cut off, I couldn't rewind and see it on regular TV.

But I could call my mother. It was 3a, midnight in LA, and I knew that she'd still be up. "Mom!" "What is it? What's the matter?" "What happened at the very end of Friends?" "What?" "It went too long, what happened after Rachel came back and she and Ross were kissing in the doorway?" "Nothing much, that was really the end."

But we talked about it and she ended up remembering a whole bunch of stuff that happened afterwards. It sounded like it went about five minutes even longer than TiVo said it did, and it was already over an hour. Shame on you, NBC!

The saddest thing in the show was the commercial for the series finale of Frasier next week. It was all, "Remember us? The other show that's been on for a decade that is ending? Hello? Is this thing on?" Poor Frasier. Nobody cares that it's over.

Today's horoscope:
The early hours may be a bit tense, but by this evening, you'll be ready to kick back, relax and pretend it was all a bad dream. Go right ahead and do that -- and anything else that strikes your fancy.

One year ago today:
The one funny thing, though, was when they were all wondering about whether they all had something in common, and I thought, "Well, they are all crappy drivers!"

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