And too darn tired–the upstairs neighbors have taken to holding furniture-moving-and-pogo-stick parties late at night. Or something. Last night’s ended about 1am. Honestly, I don’t know *what* they’re doing up there…who runs back and forth across the length of their apartment so many times in the middle of the night, and why?
No, don’t answer that. I just realized I really don’t want to know.
So I’m dragging today. And I’m just looking at the huge pile of stuff to do, and thinking about lying down. Yeah. Lying down. That’s the ticket…