on the post that isn't even necessarily a post...

This isn't actually a real post. I'm writing it in advance (and hoping that I can figure out how to have it post automatically) because I know that I will have absolutely no time to write an actual post. And I REFUSE to fail NaBloPoMo this year. I straight up refuse. (Even if I'm totally cheating by not actually writing a post on the actual day. DON'T JUDGE ME, PEOPLE! I'M NOT COOL ENOUGH TO HAVE AN IPHONE! SERIOUSLY!)

Anyway.

Care to take a look at my schedule for Saturday - er, today? Well, you have no choice:

1. Drag self out of bed. Hopefully had restful night and not randomly upsetting dreams like last few days, especially those involving freakishly small llamas, bawling my head off, being attacked by a small black cat, and having the duplex in shambles.
2. Drive to LAX (while looking like crap) to pick up sister #2 who scheduled last minute trip to California for sister #1's baby shower. Reunited, and it feeeels so gooood!
3. Possibly get Starbucks as reward for driving to LAX, because obviously LAX is the devil.
4. Finish last-minute preparations for shower.
5. Possibly stress out about last-minute preparations because am a neat freak.
6. Baby shower time! Hurrah! Adore sister! Adore pregnant belly! Reassure self of decision to not have babies for the next several years! Refuse to cry into small baby socks when sister is opening gifts!
7. Drive back to duplex with sister #1. Get glammed up for concert. Reassure sister of sexiness despite increasingly large baby bump.
8. Drive to concert venue, wander aimlessly for next few hours.
9. SEE HANSON IN CONCERT AHHHHH! FREAK OUT COMPLETELY! MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH TAYLOR!
10. Drive home, feel completely content.