You know it’s gonna be a fun one when the computer says, Look, you may want to have this one go off overnight. Clearly, this is a hint to go to sleep, if the bleary eyes and sore throat wasn’t enough of one. Night!
Tag: good night
Early night.
I think I’m having a reaction to the end of the physical therapy; the therapist did a bit of work on my back to get the shoulder to relax enough for the stretches to work, and apparently the muscles also hold… emotional residue? I’ve had it explained to me, and I go back and forth on whether I believe it. It feels kind of medieval.
At any rate, I have the kind of fatigue and draining I normally associate with having done a ton of work, so I’m going to crash out now. Good night!
Tweet of the Day, Keep Uranus Jokes To Yourself edition.
…I’d say ‘I’m Sorry,’ but I try not to lie on this site.
Early night tonight.
The news in Manchester, coupled with my general exhaustion today, conspire to put me to bed early. And offering up a few prayers for the slain, and those working to save the hurt. And even a prayer or two for the souls of the people who ordered that atrocity*, because hellfire is Eternal and they will have a limited window of time for repentance.
Moe Lane
*Christianity is hard, sometimes.
On second thought…
…I’m just going to load up Steam, see if Far Harbor auto-downloads, and not care if it does or not because I’m going to bed. Yes, I find this as unnatural as you do. But I got a field trip tomorrow and I may have a mild ear infection so eight hours sounds like a good idea.
Surprisingly busy night.
And thank GOD but I don’t have to deal with what I was expecting to have to deal with tomorrow now. This situation practically tested my practical operating methodology to destruction. I’m just as happy to not have to deal with it in such a direct fashion anymore.
It was a freaking long day, honestly.
Running around, wrangling kids, the usual. I have more of it to do tomorrow. I am, as they put it in Oh, God! You Devil, emotionally drained. So we’re gonna let the publishing queue do its thing and I’m going to go find the cat. See you in the morning…
There’s something in my eyelid that’s driving me nuts…
…and I can’t figure out what it is, so I’m just going to bed. If I don’t pick at it for eight hours it’ll get better. And no, I can’t just close that eye and keep it closed: it’s the less-blurry one.
…Dear Lord.
Without a working desktop computer, I might… I might… I might have to go to bed early. This is strangely terrifying, yet strangely alluring. I mean, what if I get eight hours sleep? I might wake up early, too!
Seriously, I’m kind of beat. Gonna pick a video and then hit the sack reasonably early for once.