So it looks like about once a month I'll have a hotline-ish call that completely kicks my ass.
Yep. That was today. ~20 minutes, and soon as I hung up, the delayed-reaction shakes set in.
Can't talk about it, clearly. But yeah.
For now, lunch and Excedrin and... I don't know. Bad movie and knitting, maybe. Something. I wish I was physically up to going out dancing tonight; I could use the social aspect, but my body wouldn't hold up to that level of activity.