April 18th, 2007

wombat

a hole in the middle of the week

Stayed up way too late working on P's taxes last night after the dinner with the hotel people, so I'm feeling glazed like a sugar doughnut today. If I didn't have to pick up some TP, coffee filters, and a light bulb on the way home, I'd just go straight home and crawl into bed for about twelve hours. In the meantime, I need to find me some more of those teeny-tiny binder clips so I can keep my eyes open; the black pepper chicken I had for lunch is making me sleepy and spacy at the same time. This is Very Bad on an afternoon when there's basically nothing going on.