Saturday, March 29, 2008
For various reasons I had serious problems sleeping last night, woke up with a mucusy nose and aching eyes, and by 8:00 PM this evening I felt like every molecule in my body had been beaten by a tiny leprechaun with a shilleighie.
So, yeah, I skipped the treadmill and went to bed. Four hours later I woke up, still tired but slightly more compos mentis, and discovered that the Crimson Tide had arrived. Which explains so much, really.
I'll try and do two sessions tomorrow. If not, oh freaking well.
2 comments:
The Crimson Tide? Not your Aunt Ethel?
"Crimson Tide" just sounds more dramatic, you know?
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