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2005-08-17 - being well-rested makes me dull.

It's really amazing, the difference a good night's sleep makes. (Not with my typing, though, as the first version of this sentence read "It's really amazin,g the differecne and good night;s slapp makes.")

Last night I felt terrible. My head felt heavy, I was dragging and worn and my back was killing me. I took a couple of Aleve and then just said to hell with it and went home early, around six-thirty. Leah and I lay down and I put on the Food Network (why do I feel the need to watch Rachael Ray? I cannot even guess) and before Alton was over we were both sound asleep.

I only know this because I woke up at about quarter after eight. Leah stayed down for the count, and I just left her in my bed and said to hell with it. I called KC and we chatted, but my butt was still dragging and I was all weepy, so I made a cup of tea and tottered back to bed, this time bearing my Vicar of Dibley DVDs as well. Nothing is more soothng to me than watching Geraldine wrangle with the village of Dibley, and Emma Chambers as Alice Tinker is comic genius. Genius. And since right now I can't concentrate on reading worth a damn, despite the heaps of books I have to get through, brainless vegging out is right up my alley.

Leah woke up for a bit when I shifted her around, and stayed awake for a little longer when I was trying to adjust the TV volume and started laughing at the "Winter" episode (I love Owen, and he is going to be Barty Crouch in the new HP, I heard? Brilliant) but we both zzzed off again fairly quickly and did not budge until 7:30 or so.

The difference is seriously amazing. I was under a lot of tension due to the big work project today, but it all went fine and now I am back in the office to play catch-up and feeling pretty laid back. Nowhere near caught up...but laid back.

My house, though...ugh. I have to get home and oen up the windows to get some fresh air circulating, since it's relatively cool out and the place is starting to get that recycled air smell, all stale and cold and dead. I even feel up to doing laundry. Not that I have a choice, since I think I am out of clean underwear and Leah has no clean shorts left.

Exciting life I have going on these days, isn't it? Next up: an in-depth study of my bathroom closet!

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