I woke up tired, which is not a good thing, given the amount of work that is waiting for me. Moar coffee is needed.

I'm annoyed because I could have slept an extra hour or so this morning (I turned in all my articles yesterday, so I have no pressing deadlines, though I still have stuff to do), but no, my brain decided that half an hour before my normal wake-up time was when we were going to be up, by god.

Stupid brain.

I hear that. Not this morning, but many recent mornings.

You'd think our brains would be on our side more often.

Coffee is on the weak side, but fine. Fortunately, someone left some surplus donuts on the counter, one of them will complement this cup nicely.

I just got an email from some online retailer wanting me to buy pajamas, saying that Thursday is Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day.

I got news for them: I'm a freelancer. Every day is Wear Your Pajamas to Work Day.

Southern Headline of the Day: "Georgia man kills armadillo, but ricochet gunshot hits mother-in-law"

I wonder if that would work as a court defense. "I swear to god, Your Honor, I did not mean to shoot my mother-in-law, I was fixin' to shoot that armadillo! And no, I wasn't trying for a bank shot, neither!"

I woke up tired, which is not a good thing, given the amount of work that is waiting for me.

Oh, god, yes. I had to drag myself out of bed this morning to make into the office at a reasonable time, and I should not be this tired considering how little I did yesterday. A sign that taking a sick day was the correct move.

I got a request this morning to have a chat about another Dublin position that I applied for, so that'll be happening tomorrow.

I have booked Ryan's 6th birthday party. It is at a venue that goes by the name of INFLATABLE WORLD. And it is bouncy and awesome.

And I already have people stalking me about stuff I didn't respond to yesterday. Oh, it's going to be a great day. For sure.

The person who was supposed to have a screening call with me Friday and canceled hasn't written back to reschedule. Argh! Should I send a message? Give it another day?

So weird -- the 5K I'm doing Saturday (in a large-ish local park) just sent out an email saying they were sorry for the late notice, but they were just informed by the park district that the course won't be on paved areas; it's through a wooded area on an unpaved course.

That's kind of weird, right? I'm not sure I would have signed up if they knew in advance it was unpaved. It's going to rain for the rest of the week, so it's going to be muddy as hell, and unpaved means not stable, which I'm not thrilled about with my ankle.

I'm still doing it, but at this point, I have no illusions about finishing in under an hour.