In Bed Before Midnight...? Huh?

Jimmy got back into town today, which was very nice. We had a lovely dinner consisting of great big slabs of cow at Outback, and then went to Bed Bath and Beyond so I could get some pyrex food storage dealies. Somewhat on impulse, we ended up purchasing chairs, a storage unit, a rug, sheets, and a lamp for Jameson all in this horrible and yet wonderful shade of neon green. His new room at Isaac's house is going to look like a radioactive lime exploded all over it.

My classes (of my last undergrad semester, I hope) start tomorrow, but I managed to get what Martelle referred to as a "plum schedule" (or would that be plumb? What's the origin of that phrase?), meaning that I don't have anything before noon, and I only have class three days a week. So I sorta thought I'd stay up late tonight and keep working on Valmai #42, since it's already later than I said it would be (because I suck, yet again). But I've been developing a sore throat all day, and I'd really rather not do my first day of classes feeling cruddy. So I think I'll probably go to bed shortly, instead, and possibly recover my good health.

It occurs to me that I've not gotten more than six or seven hours of sleep in a night in longer than I can remember (and the norm this summer has been closer to four or five), so it's probably a good idea to try and get a full night while I can, anyway. I might even get up in the morning and write in daylight. That'd be something.
( ETA: Because I'm slightly language-obsessed... )