I'm done in three hours and fifteen minutes. I like short days. I've worked entirely too much this week and my brain is fried. I don't think it would be so bad were my job to be less cerebrally draining. I went home yesterday feeling like a slab of granite was pressing my forebrain.
I did nothing last night. I watched Clerks and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back while eating frozen yogurt. It's was lovely after four days packed with work, gym, class and more work. It seems that since college my body and mind can't function as well under strain. I need more downtime. Sort of frustrating aruond deadlines but probably better for me in the long run.
My body likes me?
On tap for today:
Get book for Irish class
Scout photo sites for tomorrow (Overture, Capitol, Terrace)
Take pictures of process.
Poe says, "HI!"