I got conned into staying up until 4:30, and now, only having gotten 7 hours of sleep, feel dead. If you think that 7 hours is enough for a reasonable human being to get by on, trust me, it's not.

I spent yesterday making things. Things to put in Christa's Box O' Happy, a quotebook, and [very late at night] ideas for things to send to Mandy along with her long-awaited shoe. I don't want summer to end, and I don't want the hours of just sitting and cutting and pasting and painting to end, or the late-night conversations about nothing at all. I think I'll cook today. Any suggestions? I'm thinking chicken enchiladas....