*walks around the lounge with a martini glass in hand, hips swaying to the music. Wearing a pair of tight but ripped black jeans and a black and red leather corset.*
Let's not even go there. Tax time can not come soon enough. Just tired from all the running around. Had my one army friend come up just before X-mas, then he drove back up from VT to pick me up for NYE weekend and I just got back yesterday. I'm drained.
I wander inside. Finding one of the larger pillows near the Angel I half collapse onto it. "Even when I'm really tired I find I really don't want to sleep."