Where are thou, o my sleep?

Just got back home from my cousin's wedding. Aside from the very big chasm between my oddball family of beaucoup d'attitude and the groom's very earnest, wholesome and Christian family (which made the disparaity between the speeches somewhat hilarious), the entire affair was very nice.

And my young cousin and her young new husband danced to The Cure's "Love Song." I approve -- far worse songs to use.

What a weird, weird night.

To bed, to try and rest. Hopefully my cold will go away...