sleepy tired and need to wake up.

Yesterday, in a fit of optimism, I invited Teena out for breakfast or coffee or something for this morning.  She's not keen on going out in the mornings because she keeps a normal schedule for our type of shift, and sleeps later.  Besides which she dislikes having a sharply defined end time on hanging out, which there needs to be if we have to get to work.  She, however, starts work a half hour later than I do, and now that she has a car, while I'm walking or taking the bus, she doesn't have to leave home until over an hour after I do.  I suppose I should have just asked if she wanted to make plans for Friday night, but she said Saturday she wanted to talk with me.  Whatever her news is, it might not be news by next Friday, or at least not feel like it to her. 

But she also might sleep right through this morning and bag out on me.

Sooo.... I'm in this spot where I really should get everything ready to go right now and then sit around and wait.  So why am I making my journal entry now, instead of after doing everything?  Because I'm a bonehead, that's why.  Why do something right if you can do it bassackwards? 

I have only two teabags left.  The type of teabags which are empty that you put your own tea in, which Caw bought me as a present before she left for Alaska.  (Into which I put loose lapsang souchong which Teena gave me as a present.)  I think Caw had to stake out and stalk the guy at the teashop to see where he bought them, and then she tried to tell me where it was but I'm sure I've completely forgotten, now.