I'm convinced. Suddenly Susan is the most poorly written show in the world, and Brooke Shields REALLY does not belong in sitcoms. Seems like a nice lady and all, but comedy...not her thing. She was funny when she was on Friends for that one episode. I thought maybe her show would be good. Just so not.

I had a weird day. Slept three hours on my sister's couch because the car I'm selling is parked there and I needed to take it to get inspected at 8am and didn't want to tack on another half hour of driving in the morning to get from my apartment to hers to get the car. <big breath...that was a long sentence.> I sat at the dealership for three hours...three hours in that little dingy room watching Kelly and Regis and Good Morning America, or whatever that one was. Miserable. The last hour of the three was just waiting for the body shop people to give me an estimate. It didn't actually take one hour to throw me a number, but they seemed to not care that I was sitting there waiting for it.

Hung out with Laura, Min, and Drew. Had a really nice day with them, but at about 7pm, I completed passed out on Laura's couch. I've never been there before, the place isn't fully decorated, I hadn't planned on taking a nap, so when I woke up at 9:30pm to a dark room that looks completely unfamiliar, it completely messed up my head. I felt weird for the rest of the night. I hate those naps. You don't know what day it is, you can't feel what hour it is. Everything about it felt strange, so I came home, and I'm starting to feel a little more myself.

But I'm annoyed because my landlord called me back about the security deposit, and then just added at the end of his voicemail that my neighbors were very upset with me because music was blasting from my apartment into the night. Really? Because I wasn't home from 6:30pm yesterday until 11pm tonight. I don't have a stereo. No alarm is set on, and I highly doubt that my computer clicked onto KaZaA itself, found some songs, and played them over and over and over again. When I came home, the plug for my computer and TV had fallen out of the wall. Coincidence? I think my landlord came in and unplugged my shit. But I swear, it wasn't my computer. And I'm all annoyed at my neighbors now for blaming me without even knowing and like telling on me. No one likes a tattle-tail. Sp?

I need to try to go to sleep. I can't keep staying up until 4am.