Saturday

I ended up going to bed at 1:00 this morning, because I was wound up so tight I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep before that. (Work-related; I'm being kicked out of my office and going back to the cubicle I was in until last summer, and while it does make sense and I don't really mind all that much, the whole understaffing situation annoys me. That, however, is a separate rant.)

Lily decided I was going to get up at 7:30, but i put it off for another hour (although didn't get any more sleep), and then got up and got put together and took myself out for breakfast. I haven't done that in ages, and I think I needed it. I brought a notebook with me and finally got some writing done, and that was good too.

Then I came home and merfed around and took a nap for an hour and a half and merfed around some more. I need two more days of that sort of thing, really.