I'll put this as delicately as possible to avoid offending any delicate sensibilities. It's the new moon and I, regular as the tides, was up during the night alternately wishing for a morphine drip and battling a confused kitten who still sleepily pushes his way under the covers so he can try to nurse.
I finally fell asleep at 6 AM, curled up in an armchair in the living room, reading Pratchett's Mort. I think I might even remember some of it.
I was up by 7:30 and made it to work at 9. Stopped at the grocery store on my way home at 1 to pick up a few things to make myself a sandwich, which in truth was only an excuse to get to this:
And now, naptime. Guinness - it is good for you.
(better blog tomorrow, promise.)