Tick Tock Tick

Went to bed at 1 am on Friday, 2 am on Saturday, and still, right on cue, my infernal internal body clock wakes me up at 9 on Sunday. I always wake up 10 minutes before my alarm during the week (but as a point of protest, refuse to actually get up until it's gone off). Damn internal clocks... so now I'm tired but also unable to sleep, because something has decided thats enough sleep for now. Suppose I'll just sleep it off at work.

Party was fun last night (except my shockingly flat and stuttering rendition of New York New York. If we'd started on the rock stuff we finished on, I'd have probably done ok. I know them much better, and the importance of the tunefulness of the singer is 2nd to that of the guitars). Some of the costumes best described as "interesting", but some pretty good ones. The girls especially, should be commended for their attempts at Moulan Rouge (or however it's spelt) characters. Hopefully some of the people with cameras will send me some photos to host in the gallery (*prod*).