I'm exhausted now, and it's only mid afternoon! Blerg.

I just had a friend from out of town visiting with her 4 year old. It was nice to catch up on all the gossip from the past 2 years (that's how long it's been since we last saw each other), and Seb did just fine with my kids, though my 5 year old was a little annoyed at him for messing up her room. Like it's not a pigsty anyways.

And she really has a bad memory; she insisted on calling Seb 'Patrick'; I have no idea where that came from.

So now I should probably get off the computer and clean; we're having another friend over tonight, and empty coffee mugs and bits of potato chips on the floor are kind of tacky. Even though all I want to do is hang out at the nano forums and think dark thoughts about my novel outline...