So I staggered out of the office a little before 9am, having put in damned near 23 hours straight. Yes, the voicemail system works. Whew.

I only vaguely remember the long hike downtown (stupid frelling bus service on Macadam anyway) and the MAX ride and the walk the rest of the way home, let alone the staggering into the bedroom and shucking clothing to collapse on the bed.

I do, however, remember waking up at about 2:30 drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Man, my room gets hot in the midafternoon. So I got up and stumbled downstairs with a book to read and grabbed a bite to eat.

My accomplishment today? I finished off that massive volume of Arthur C Clarke’s short stories I picked up a few months ago. Good stuff, mostly.

Then I decided to go have a real meal. Mmmm, ribs.

Now? I’m taking it easy, but in a few minutes the roomie and I are going to attempt to make better use of our living room space by virtue of assembling an “entertainment center” cabinet to put all of my equipment in. This… should be fun. Heh.

At least now I’m awake enough for it.