It's a grey day, the third in a row, and I'm feeling it. At least, I'm blaming the weather for the daze and the distraction. It's a convenient scapegoat, and probably deserves it. If only we could get a nice storm out of it, I think that I would be much happier. (I'm talking heavy rain and maybe some thunder here. Not hurricane-force winds, you understand.)
I wish that I was a person who could get by with only a few hours of sleep. I always feel like I'm missing a lot of fun by leaving open mic when I do. Last night there was an unexpected supply of pomegranite schnapps behind the bar, and I was convinced to try a poma-rita. Tasty! Sharif was the true lab animal, though, and was given a number of brightly-colored drinks to test. He was pretty happy by the time I left.
Sigh. I'm seriously considering the nap-at-my-parents'-house approach to lunchtime today. I'm not actually terribly sleepy, but the energy level is low. It's been there for the past few days, in fact. Bah.
I wish I had a kitty at the office. Or a puppy! Or a mouse! Or . . . um . . . a turtle? You know, something cute and alive. That isn't me.