Story at Eleven.

So, for some reason, I was extremely tired today. Simple exhausted. So much so that I came home and actually napped. I talk about napping all the time, but I almost never really do it. Today I came home, looked at my book, and then passed out for four hours. Which is all well and good, except that then I woke up at 9:00 feeling achy and sticky-sweaty and rather not-rested. I should have done then what I knew would make things better -- hopped in the shower really quick to get rid of the sticky-sweat and cool down a bit. Instead, I didn't, and it's not 10:30 and I'm fairly sure that's still what I need to do if I'm going to get a comfortable night's sleep. Except I don' wanna take a shower at 10:30.

Yeah. It's been a slow-news-day here in Monterey.
I'ma shower now.