...I crawled into my nicely newly made bed and passed out. For... two hours! This has to be symptomatic of something.

I got some reading done first. I'm about a third of the way through Running Fiercely Toward A Thin High Sound, which is brilliant Jewish lesbian magical realistic fiction and very enjoyable so far. A little confusing with all the POV shifts, but the speakers get identified quickly enough.

Now I am going along with George Tyndall on a delivery trip, and I am bringing along the Marijuanalogues, which I am certain he will find hilarious. \o/ And it gets me out of the house (ow brightness) and with people (yay socialization) and will keep me very much awake. Win!