Really, usual being in my meatbag feeling like crap, I’d call it a good week. Shit got done, getting to sleep has happened… even if it doesn’t do much to make me feel any better, not having it has the potential to make me feel exponentially worse. Heh. Hopefully I’m not shooting myself in the foot. The good and the bad comes in waves, and there’s not really much in the way of predictability to it.
*yawns again* Butts.