I'm falling sleep. I don't have any pressing work right now, and I don't want to make coffee because I'm the only one who drinks it and it would go to waste.

Everyone on my MSN list is "Away". Upstairs is still warm from when my boss inexplicably turned up the heat this morning. I started dozing off at my desk so I went to the bathroom to stay away. I stretched all my extremities out and now I'm looking for something to do.

I completely forgot about fireworks. I love fireworks. I went last year with Lisa and we had a great time, though we were paranoid that everyone thought we were lesbians. I'm going tomorrow night though, with Mr. Wonderful, and I can't wait. As I remember, they are usually pretty good. I'll also have to remember to schedule in the end of season fireworks at my parents trailer park. They are not, in the classic sense, as "good" as the ones the city puts on, but they are much more entertaining. It is essentially about half a dozen guys with as much fireworks as $400 will buy. There is usually a drunk fire department volunteer supervising, but usually at least one person finds themselves ablaze.

We are also planning on camping in my parents backyard. For some reason, I find this infinitely funny. I haven't camped in our backyard since I was 10. However, both of our usual dwellings are filled to capacity this week, so desperate times call for desperate measures. They're really "desperate measures" though, I suppose. I think it's going to be hilarious. One could get into a lot of trouble camping in my parents backyard... Especially if one has a house key while the other one doesn't...