Had to wake up early this morning to go to physical therapy. My therapist was chiding me for having weak quads, and while she's partly correct, I had just biked there in a rush, after not much sleep. But anyway, we did good exercises, followed by crazy stretches, and so I got to the office full of adrenalin, endorphins, and caffeine. Who needs illegal drugs?
Why did I get so little sleep? I was up until about 2:30 last night web surfing. First I was reading MetaFilter, including an interesting discussion about a speech by Bush Sr., some articles covering it, and differences between US and UK media. Then it was off to homestarrunner (strong bad email is a great source of joy in my life... you can always count on it), and then I finally found the bad_sex community on LJ, and ended up reading it until I fell asleep.
me: I can't believe a website can be that addictive.
B: You can't believe that the Internet can be addictive? Where have you been?
me: OK, nevermind, I don't know what I was thinking...
-- at the party last Saturday