Down six of ten, and got that all-over tired, partly thanks to spending the morning slinging boxes and partly thanks to a rather productive afternoon. Came home, lay on the couch, fell asleep. Perfect. Then it was laptops, and Spaced, and Sarafina and I ordered Swiss Chalet using a $50 gift card I've kept in my back pocket for just such an "I have absolutely no desire to leave this house" occasion.

Now it's couch and writing and this feeling just right, and trying to trick my brain into going with the daylight savings, cuz there's 2 days of training tomorrow and Wednesday, and early gettings-up. But I'm about ready to call it the best night ever, so I'm not too fussed either way.

"You know, I think we'll all be a lot better off when [Edgar Wright] goes back to England." - me