Time is a funny thing...

It's strange how not having anything to do on Sunday makes me feel like I have *all the time in the world*. It's a nice feeling, really. I sat down on Friday, and thought about the things that I have to do this weekend, and realized that I had all day on Sunday, and suddenly I felt like I could accomplish anything. It made me laugh.

I really want to write about the game last night, but I can't, and that makes me sad. It was really, really spiffy, though, anyone who wants to know more will have to try and get it out of me ICly.

Beyond that, life goes on. I meant to mention, I appreciated the advice of those who commented on my work situation. ( A quick update on that... )

To work!