I'm super tired and wanted to sleep for ten hours tonight, but it's not going to happen - particularly since I may have guilted myself into getting up in time to drive to MTV for my 8am meeting tomorrow. Yes, that sounds silly, I know. I may have just unconvinced myself. Today was good, but it was a v. rude return to the day job; my commute took nearly two hours, which was particularly rough, and then I was hungry and cranky and tired all day. I also had more work than I could possibly get done, so I took my usual tack and didn't do any of it. Okay, that's not true, but I would like for it to be.
However, the royal baby was a bright spot, even if I realized that I know way too much about all this stuff when I would say things like 'well, James is her brother's name, so I don't know whether that's a pro or a con', or 'Camilla is the Duchess of Rothesay when she's in Scotland, not the Duchess of Cornwall'). But I can pretend that it's my job, right? I skipped out of work around five so that I could catch a ride home with Terry, and we ended up having dinner in the evil Marina so that she could hear all about my conference experience while I ate steak and tried to recover from said conference experience. Then I came home and worked until now, alas.
And now, I really must sleep if I'm going to stave off whatever illness is sure to descend upon me as a result of my travels - goodnight!
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