Is it Friday yet?

So here I am, sitting here tonight. Not much to say.

I volunteered to bring cinnamon rolls to work tomorrow for our meeting, but I only have a tube of 5 to bake. That leaves me with a dilemma: do I buy more to bake or just buy the rest already prepared? Hmmm... I need at least eleven. Yes, eleven. It would have to be an odd number. LOL
Ah, what have I gotten myself into? I mean, I'm sure not everyone is going to want one, but I can't guarantee that! Oy. I guess I should get my butt to the grocery store and decide already- it's already past 7 here and dinner isn't even cooked. And we're trying to get away from 8-9pm dinner. Not good.

In case you're wondering how we ever got in the habit of eating dinner that late, those who know us will know that we used to eat at about 930-10 at night, thanks to a stupid schedule requiring us to work til 9pm, for two nights then turn around and get up at 8am after the second night. Unhealthy. Need I say more? The schedule change to a more normal, 8-5 hasn't helped, either. Now don't get me wrong, working til 9pm EVERY DAY isn't bad since your body can get a rhythm. But the constant switching is what messed us up. It took me a year, roughly, to get any 1/2 way normal sleep pattern going.

Anyway, I had better get to the store and decide what to do about the cinnamon-bun thing... Looks like another 8-9pm dinner for us. Crap.