greyhound, anyone?

so it's 9:08 a.m. as i type this. i've been up since noon, friday. i worked from 5:30 p.m. to 7 a.m., pretty much non-stop, although with numorous cig breaks. (i was an hour-and-a-half late to work because i finally got zooey back from his almost monthlong trip to the spa that i call a body shop.) and, of course, once i got out of work, it started to rain on my drive back to san marcos. so here i am now, on my second greyhound, hoping it'll help me go to sleep, because i got a long weekend ahead of me at work. at least by the time i go into work on monday, i'll have over 200 comp hours. hopefully if i wake up early enough today, i'll go see a movie, which i haven't done in a long time. maybe i'll watch the new star wars (which i am a bit apprehensive about, considering the past two), or maybe hitchhiker's guide. i don't know. maybe i'll just lollygag until it's time to leave for work. i do know, however, that i want to go see the jerk next week (thursday or friday) at the drafthouse downtown. they'll be serving free pizza in a cup. melinda and lyman tell me it's from the movie, although i don't really remember, seeing as how i haven't seen the movie for about 10 years. let's see if i can make an outing of it. or i can go see it by myself, which is also acceptable. ok, back to drinking. i'll post pics of the new, improved zooey when i wake up.