lol, I was half planning to stay up and watch the inauguration but I think my body had other plans. XD

It still does; I feel like I'm made of lead. But let remains left and neither up nor down, even if my hands and arms have that lactic acid/non-circulatory pain-buzz to the shoulder again.

[EDIT] Having decided to leave late for work and eat breakfast instead of dashing crazily, I will tell you all about my dream.

Of which there is not much to tell except that I am pretty sure I was Arthur Pendragon sitting with my peeps waiting to be ambushed or conquered or something. And we were all getting pretty jumpy, but I just kept telling everyone to wait. (Even though, Arthur? Wait? LOL. XD)

alleyne was there, too, and after the initial ambush it sort of went... zombie survival minus the zombies, so we had holed up in a building and were going out on scavenging missions. alleyne needed my help to scavenge a butcher's because the meat was all foul and making her feel sick. (Do not ask me why we were scavenging there in the first place. :| When Arthur says 'comb the town' you comb the town, apparently.)

That's about it, honestly. As ever, my dreams are vividly coloured and detailed but not after I wake up. XD;

ME: Here is all your menu stuff back and by the way I sent Robin that invoice in digital form so you could not tell me you lost it.
ROSIE: Hey, we went online the other night and couldn't see it! :}
ME: ...........
ME: ...........
ME: Do you know how to spell your own surname?

YOU COULD NOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP. :|

Anyway, I have lasagna, I have ice cream, and I have the house to myself for the night. I'm going to do my requisite cleanup of stuff that needs no cleaning for the sake of proving to my mother that she's being a dipshit, and then I'm going to... read, probably. It's pretty warm today, so that's about all I'm prepared to commit to prior to killing today's bee visitors.

This is about half funny and half 'what the fuck, have you even PLAYED the game'. And I don't mean Dirge. XD (Yes, I am watching other shit in lieu of them having the next part to Zero Punctuation uploaded. Hush.)

Bees Vanquished: 3
Cups of Tea: 1

JUST STAY OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU STUPID THINGS. T____T

My building manager refuses to believe they are bees so I have to COLLECT THEIR CORPSES IN A JAR. I feel guilty for collecting them, not for killing them. I'm sorry, little bees. If you start an undead hive, you will become less scary and more awesome, by which I mean so scary it's awesome, like when Xolotl got light sabre toe-claws.

...you know, I'm not even sure now how that happened.

[EDIT] It may well be half eleven at night, but I am armed with about four hours of music for tomorrow.

...and against kuchibue's advice, I'm taking "Still Alive".

Mostly because I know Alan will appreciate it, if no one else. XD Although I suspect I'm on with Katie and Alan tomorrow, so perhaps I can indoctrinate the new girl. WHO KNOWS. IT WILL BE A MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR.

(Once again, dead tired until about quarter to ten. Then, perky. My body does not quite get how this is meant to work.)