Saturday yawn.

I did not sleep enough or well last night, but I am awake now. I'm afraid this will be one of those hangover-type days. I don't actually have a hangover, but I'm too tired to do much of anything. Which is not ideal, since I need to go to lab for at least a little while.

I am delaying making coffee, which might be the liquid gold of motivation, because the alcohol I had last night is having the most undesirable after-effect of making me feel anxious as I finish metabolizing the last lingering fumes.

I am delaying finishing Christmas shopping and all of that stuff, although I know that I have presents I should wrap, and so on and so forth. If I do nothing else this weekend, I should at least do that (and go to lab, and go to the gym...).

I could really use some boring weekend. You know the kind I mean. When you literally can't wait to get back to work on Monday because at least that is always interesting, there is always something more to do.

Right now I am waiting for the anxiety to wear off, because I know it is just the alcohol fumes and not worth suffering through. I am waiting patiently instead, and thinking that exercise would probably help speed the process if I could just get off the couch and move around.

Oh, couch, I love you. You are always here for me when I want to be horizontal and lazy!