I am not sure what time I finally fell asleep last night. I woke up about 8, because I checked the time on my phone, but then I fell back asleep because, next thing I knew, it was nearly 11:30. Oopsie. I missed a call from my friend Debby, inviting me over to watch the Colts game, but I have too much group work to do for school. Blech. I’m going to go over to her place on Wednesday for dinner. If she had some home theater chairs, I’d be more inclined to skip out on classwork.

Yesterday was like a mail-order bonanza for me. My CASE of Swiss Miss Fat Free Marshmallow Lovers Hot Chocolate arrived (when I Twittered about it, Slobokan the smartass suggested I also order a case of insulin to go with it. Heh. I also got my Ped-Egg … which actually seemed to work. Granted, my feet are in not too bad of shape, considering it’s not flip-flop/sandals weather, but it may cut down on my need for pedicures … except, I seem to be incapable of trimming my own toenails. They are either too short or crooked or whatever and it’s a mess.

I just turned on Celebrity Rehab on VH1 and you know what? I have never done illegal drugs in mah life. Partly because my parents put the fear of rehab into me as a teenager, partly because I’m a wuss, partly because I never could afford that shit and partly because I believed the DARE officer who told us, in fifth grade,that if you do crack once, you’ll be instantly addicted. And after seeing these “celebrities,” I’m ok with never having done illegal drugs! I gotta say … since my father was in rehab (not once, not twice, not three times, but four), I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to watch of this or really how ethical I think it is to film and show this process. I mean, can an active addict really make an informed decision about this sort of thing? How many people even go to rehab willingly? Le sigh.

Edited to add: I made it 26 minutes. Celebrity Rehab is not the show for me, obviously …