I mentally composed a post as I was lying in bed last night. It turned out I was too snug and warm to get up and write anything. It wasn't anything of import, though (which, yes, fits everything here).
I also ate eleven thousand cookies last night, so I was sick from sugar overload. (Okay, not really that many.)
And then I was at work for 12.5 hours today. (Yes, actually that many.)
So I'm home now, about to brush my teeth and crawl into bed and read something not work related.
And that's it. That's my exciting life. (Seriously, though, it's a nice life.)