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Worn out
It's the commute. It's getting up in the dark. It's not getting to bed on time last night, because I was hunting for my unlimited-ride Metrocard [which eventually turned up in the pocket of the jeans I'd worn the previous day], and waking at 3ish and being up for a bit. It's having had my glasses slanchwise for most of a workday. It's a sore knee.
Whatever the cause, the result was that I didn't feel up to going to Sahadi, or even ducking into K-mart to look for a new knapsack, never mind working out. And I'm perfectly happy writing, and reading LJ, but I don't want to decide on anything much larger than what to drink with dinner.
Also, I actively do not want to listen to the presidential "debate" this evening. So we won't. It'll be music or nothing, not radio, by nine (though![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude is listening to pre-debate conversation while he cooks).
Whatever the cause, the result was that I didn't feel up to going to Sahadi, or even ducking into K-mart to look for a new knapsack, never mind working out. And I'm perfectly happy writing, and reading LJ, but I don't want to decide on anything much larger than what to drink with dinner.
Also, I actively do not want to listen to the presidential "debate" this evening. So we won't. It'll be music or nothing, not radio, by nine (though
cattitude is listening to pre-debate conversation while he cooks).