i'm so tired and i'm up in the air,

i'm up in the air.
someone is pressure washing the front of my house.
this is giving me a migrane.
my plan for the next several hours involves cleaning my bedroom and watching the l word in the dark because that's pretty much all my cerebral cortex can handle right now.
i'm starting to think i should probably just give up on going out because even when i jaunt off to the gay bar i wind up seducing men. i'm starting to think a lot of other things, too, but they are dangerous blog fodder.
ok.
incense burning.
laundry folding.
bed time.
right.
also, i could really go for one of those curry-stuffed bagel things from bubby rose's bakery right now. sigh.
sigh.