Oh, sleepy baby. I had trouble falling asleep last night -- dunno why. It was after 1 when I finally fell asleep (closer to 2, I think), and my alarm went off at 6:45, because I had an appointment with Sarah at the gym at 7:30 (trying to get myself to get back to the whole exercise thing). I groaned most pathetically when I climbed out of bed, and it's a good thing Kevin was still up and able to make me tea or I might never have gotten up off my couch.
The workout was good, as usual, and I felt totally exhilarated coming out. But now I'm in a warm, sleepy little cafe (The Bourgeois Pig), and instead of working, I want to put my head down and take a nap. I read for a bit -- working my way through Vikram Chandra's short story collection, Love and Longing in Bombay, which I'm enjoying. I could keep reading -- but I'm not here to read, I'm here to work. Work work work. In theory, anyway.
