F-ing jet-lag

I think I fell asleep around seven. I guess I still can barely sleep for more than six hours, too bad I'd planned on being awake during that time. Haven't fought with mom yet. Go me! Drove the minivan to the grocery store. It'll take a while to get used to that being the space child mobil. I miss the tin can just a little, but the beast drives easier and has a better stereo so I'm sure I'll get over it. I walked by the bay. The blue was still and uninterrupted. I haven't gone to the coffeehouse yet, maybe today. I want to go to go north where the ocean is more like itself, and to the city to see who has come/gone/remained and how the city has morphed in my absence, hopefully not too much. These things will have to wait until I get over this narcolepsy.