I have much to do this weekend. That is, of course, why I am awake at this ungodly hour, because I have much to do. I was not awake all night because I just spent forty-eight hours sleeping off the world’s most persistent headache, and then I couldn’t sleep and INTERNET! Stop being so awesome! Of course not.

Just for you, all you lucky people, I have carefully constructed this post to inform you of how I will be spending my weekend, which for your information? Will be spent alone and surrounded by children (which is, to say, ALONE), and did I mention the homework, and the Hannah Montana concert (in 3D!), and the eight-year-olds?

What’s that, dear internets? What sweet nothings are you whispering into my- oh. I see. Yes, I know that my life is pretty much non-existent. Thank you very much, for pointing that out. And yet, I haven’t even told you that there’s three of them! Three eight-year-olds, can you imagine? And Hannah Montana: in my bedroom.

This is going to be the best Saturday ever. Like omygawd.