My fun little burst of activity has landed with a splat; for some reason I'm nearly catatonic this evening.
Maybe it's the heat, or the four big pieces of pizza I had for dinner, or my irrational creeping sense of dread and wrongness. Anyway, whether the fault lies with doom, gloom, pizza, sweat, or some combination thereof, the fun is elsewhere tonight for sure.
P.S. Wain ordered the pizza special for me, so I'm reluctant to point the finger at that. But I sure crammed a lot of it into my feedhole, which is enough to make the sprightliest among us a trifle logy.
