The better part of five days later, and I’m still out of sorts. Why does one hour’s difference in the schedule of things throw me off so badly? It’s not like I have all that regular of a sleep schedule to begin with.

I intend to spend a lot of my weekend resting up so I’m good for next week, ‘cause this week? Shot to hell. At close range. With a large-caliber weapon. Then kicked around for a bit, just for good measure.

Bleah.