Tired, and a bit headachy, and I want to go home. Starting to feel like a knot develops in my back the minute I walk in the door here- Joice is sometimes unpredictable. Don't like unpredictability.
Want some serious sleep tonight. Don't want to be around people this weekend- just want to cocoon (with R, of course), and veg, and bail out on everyone. As much as I miss Share and all... if it involves putting on underwear, I'm not interested.
Readin' "The Truth" (Pratchett)
Listenin' to the white noise of Cabbagetown
Thinkin' about Calling Daddy