Wet Hot 4th of July

I am my own boss right now. Seriously. My boss left and said "I doubt you'll stay until closing." In my head, this gives me the liberty to get the hell out of here whenever I damn well please. If that was true, I wouldn't be typing this now b/c I'd be at home napping. So I'm going to the beach for the 4th. I need some sun, I'm starting to get that shut-in look. I need a tan...bad. So that's my plan for Sunday. I have a tendency to make plans for every moment of the weekend, then I only end up doing half of them. I'm not a machine, I can't go 24/7. More like 8/3. I'm like an old lady trapped in the body of a 24 year old. Damn kids! That's what old ladies say as they shake their brooms at the neiborhood trouble makers. Yeah....right...so being my own boss is nice. I just picked up my cell phone and randomly called someone. Just because I could. I'm such a freakin' rebel. After acting as an airport chauffeur for the past two days (after taking infamous houseguest, I took my roommate today at 5 in the f'in am) I'm a little on the sleepy side. Last night I fell asleep on the couch at 945. I don't want to repeat that tonight- I'm only working a half day tomorrow, what do I need all that rest for? Nothing, that's what.
Reagan
p.s. For those following my diet progress...I turned down a cupcake today. It looked so good, with rich creamy icing and chocolaty brown goodness...what was I thinking???!!!