Plus, my pager started going off at 8:30 am, though I didn't see it until 9:30 (oops), and then had to head into work, just throwing my hair into a frizzy ponytail, and tossing on jeans and a t-shirt.
Although, I did get hit on last night on I-290, while heading with zen_raven to the party, by a guy in an F-150 truck. Creepy, yet flattering -- though he was rather cute, which made up for most of the creepy part.
Naptime. Electric mattress, here I come.