Back from Vegas.

Very tired.

Very lazy.

Angry that the Netflix DVD I dropped in the mail yesterday at 3:30 got there so fast I didn't have time to reorder my queue, so that "Bridge on the River Kwai" (A.'s pick) is coming next rather than something good 'n' trashy that I can watch next week while A.'s in NYC.

Disappointed that the cream cheese I chose for my bagel was lox, not strawberry.

Excited about going to New York next week.

Thrilled that my life, post-Big-Secret-Project, will return to normal.

Confounded that my brother can't hold down a job to save his life.

Prepared to putz around in my quiet office (sans officemate) all day, looking for things to do in New York, researching movers, possibly buying my earrings for the wedding — all the things I haven't had a chance to do in the past two months.

Guilty that my friends R. and S. have invited us once again to play basketball/volleyball/hackeysack with them, and that, given that I don't really enjoy any of these things and am hopelessly self-conscious when playing any kind of sport, I have to come up with yet another excuse why I can't make it. (Hoping they finally get a clue and start inviting me to do other things.)

Hopeful I'll get to sleep a lot this weekend.