Qdoba burritos are great. And by that I mean they are better than McDonald's, not as good as Chez Joes. They are also huge. Currently, a huge Qdoba burrito resides in my belly. Sleep calls to me for this very reason. I will, however, right this urge, as a home makeover show is on the television and I cannot deny it's power to keep me awake.

Big things are going down this weekend. I'm going to sleep. I'm going to wake. I'm going to eat. Oh, and Stuart is coming. I don't care that Stuart is coming AT ALL. In fact, I don't even know someone named Stuart Clark. If I did know someone by that name (I don't, but if I did), I would NEVER EVER date him. Ever.

Okay computer, I'm going to wash some clothes.