I could pretend that I skipped yesterday’s entry because it was Friday the 13th, but the truth of the matter is that I wrote one that was snippy and lists and exhausted, and then thought better about posting it. Maybe that was my personal Friday the 13th horror story, just being utterly tired and grumpy as a result.
Actually, grumpy isn’t entirely right; it was more being overwhelmed and spacey as a result. It took me going to the gym before I started to feel human again, although this morning I feel the effects of that, as well. I slept ten hours, and woke up with my legs whining in betrayal. Welcome to the weekend, then.