[When You Were Young, The Killers]

I'm crazy tired.  I slept really, really hard.  I still am recovering from the stuffy nose-ickiness that I've been fighting for like ten days now.  The thing is, I always feel fine by bedtime, but I wake up feeling gross.  My nostrils (I hate that word) are all hard and crusty feeling, my head hurts, my throat is sore, and my face muscles (well, jaw area) are all tensed up because I'm pretty sure I grind my teeth in my sleep.

Another thing is this phenomenon in recent years where I drool in my sleep like a mad cow.  No, really.  I cannot remember the last time I woke up without dried-up-drool rivers snaking from the corners- yes, both of them- of my mouth.  It's funny, actually, because sometimes my husband will come to snuggle up to me at 2:30 am (when he wakes up; he has an extra job, hefting boxes around at UPS in the early morning hours) he ends up pulling away in disgust because my pillow is all wet.  Gross, I know.

Anyway.

So Friday night we stayed home, and did nothing for Halloween.  We didn't go anywhere because, well, it's hard to have a good costume when you weigh 360 pounds.  I thought about it for maybe 2 minutes, couldn't think of anything, and gave it up.  What could I be?  I could only think if big, round things... a watermelon, pumpkin, overgrown tomato... you get the idea.  It all seemed far too self-deprecating, so we just stayed home.  Plus, there's the fact that J's bedtime is like 7:30-8:00 and the part we were invited to didn't start until 9.  Meh.  We also couldn't hand out candy because our apartment is in the basement of a large house, and the entry is on the side of the house and no kids would think to come here anyway, so such is life.

That's about all I have to say about that.  I'm incredibly distracted by SNL (I stayed up for it last night, but now my husband is watching it... McCain was pretty hilarious, and there's a UPS guy) and I should just be done with it.  Hasta.