And yet . . .
It's not like I have anything better to do. I'm not taking down that IM away message, because if I start talking to [quick check to see who is on-line and active] Rohini or Dave III or Gabe or Ann or Mike or (DAMMIT!) Denise, then I will certainly not get to sleep any time soon. No sir.
I could, conceivably, make my lunch for tomorrow so as not to have to do so in the morning, but the food is downstairs and I am upstairs and it just doesn't seem like a situation that is going to change.
I'm not even writing anything worthy of note in my journal. Lame.