Let's see, I was finally able to fall asleep after 9 pm. Which would not be a problem if Grand Master H hadn't started is festival of nightmares at 2:53 am.
He came to get me again at 3:09 am.
And again at 3:23.
Famous Baby C woke up at 4:15.
Not long after that, H came down sobbing after having another bad dream about a girl who was stuck in the dirt.
I am officially a zombie.
If you see me today, I suggest you run. Run fast and run far. Coffee can't fix everything!
P.S. I tried the Snickerdoodle Coffee from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. It tastes like ass. Don't bother. I will be camped outside Trader Joe's, nose pressed on glass, waiting for Gingerbread Coffee to make its triumphant return.