Tiiiiiiiired

Sorry, but I'm about to whine:

Okay, so I got that book review written immediately after that last post, and I printed it off, rushed into some non-sweatpants clothes, and ran to the bus (just made it). And now it's 7:30, I've just gotten home, I have to make supper, my neck is sore, but there is no way I can get out of doing dishes tonight. I skipped doing dishes last night, it's all piling up, and there's no way that I can (with a serious look on my face) tell the man who worked 16 hours today that I didn't do them again "because I was too tired." There is no being more tired than the person who worked 16 hours. He'd totally understand, if I left them until tomorrow, but I'd feel like a jerk.

I can do this. First step: make supper. Man, it's going to be forever o'clock by the time I eat.

Happy thought of the day: this week, I have to read a book about the history of Tupperware. That is singularly awesome. I already read the introduction and part of the first chapter in the bus, on the way home.