I woke up at 6 this morning, which is late late for me. But I didn't actually hit the hay until 2, which meant that I'd been up for 23 hours when I did crash and burn. Considering that the last 11 of them were spent drinking and then drinking/watching the Tampa Lightning kick the crap out of the Flyers. All made better because I didn't have to even look at a tab or drive home.
Yes, I got a little sh1tty.
Yes, the sun is mighty bright. Yes, I have done the laundry. Yes I have bathed the dog, the cat, and the Tom, individually, in that order. None of them particularly enjoyed it. No, I haven't considered eating anything yet. No, I haven't made it past cleaning the kitchen. Yes, I have to get it all super clean - feminine company tomorrow and I and doing a mockup of civilized living so that I can (hopefully) impress the pants/skirt off her. No, I shouldn't be posting right now. Yes, my head hurts. God does it hurt. I want to go to sleep and never wake up. Only the thought of resting it on a pair of wonderful fun-pillows is driving me forward. I will persevere.