I've felt dead this past week, between not feeling very well, not being able to sleep, and not wanting to get up. Jeez, I need to wake up and smell the coffee. Actually, I haven't been smelling the coffee lately, because it wasn't feeling good on my stomach, so that's why I'm extra-sleepy.
And I'm between novels right now, and don't know what I want to read next, and I don't know what I wanna pack for lunch, and I just need a vacation. Which is coming in about 17 days.
And I should go to bed right now, and I haven't had time to visit, better luck tomorrow.