I would really like to sleep. Really. It would make me happy.
I took three Ambien last night, and got... three hours of sleep. There's something really wrong with that.
I go to do battle with the machine room. With luck, I shall not fall through the floor again. If I'm not back by this evening, someone come dig me out of the tiles.
I forgot to get the sheets from the project I worked on today back from my co-conspirator, and I was going to use those to start working on code for the rest of the project this weekend. Foo.
It's 7. I've been here since 9. Dinner plans for the night have fallen through. Maybe I should go home sometime soon.