Woo, am I tired. And as stupid as I am, I’m up past 11PM when I know I have to get up at 6AM and I still have to brush my teeth and take a shower. Idioto. At least I’m not in the middle of a book, so I don’t have to stay up reading. I finished Killing Rain by Barry Eisler last night, and I have the next Myron Bolitar book on order (stupid thing isn’t in the Kindle store) and I even have The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in hardback on my stack, but I’m going to try avoiding them all for the extra bit of sleep I might get.

I’ve been tired all week at the gym. I guess a week off really makes a difference in a negative way, especially if that week is filled with eating odd food, not sleeping, and more drinking than I usually do. I can’t say I drank a lot (a couple of drinks on most nights, just like they tell you to drink) but that’s a heck of a lot more than I usually drink A couple of drinks a week is what I drink in a usual week.

In any case, I’m dragging my ass around the gym and I’d be doing a lot better if I got enough sleep, but I’m stupid that way. OK, time to get on with my nightly ablutions. Andiamo.