I have spent most of the day sleeping. Woke up at 10. E-mail, breakfast. Looked at Adam and thought, "Hey, comics project..."
Me: "But see the comic-boxes everywhere are driving me nuts. Comics project = good. Because, well, less of the driving me nuts."
Brain: "docorion told you to rest. What did he say?"
Me: "No projects."
Brain: "No. Projects."
So I watched TV. Threshold continues to creep me out. In a good way, mind.
Aaand then I fell asleep.
From noon to foursomething.
That's not usual.
And I'm still exhausted.
You know how sometimes you don't realize you've done too much walking til you sit down for a while, then you get back up and your feet and legs are just screaming at you?
This is kind of like that.
I do too much. Can't seem to adjust. Erg.
In good news, though - I was able to get something nifty for someone, and she received it today, so yay! No more fidgeting around trying to keep my mouth shut!
It's hard not to talk about happy-making things. Returning a good deed = a happy-making thing.
Now I'm just waiting for my LJdaughter to get her late birthday gift, and I'll be all out of things I have to keep from giggling in advance about. :)
And now - more rest. Too tired to write. I'll try tomorrow.