It’s well past my usual old lady bedtime, but I’m having trouble finding the willpower to remove myself from my computer chair. Which is unfortunate, because on a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of tiredness, I’m somewhere in the vicinity of 75,322.

I didn’t actually manage to leave my apartment today, though I was at least able to (a) finally get my online store set up, (b) write a semi-coherent blog entry, (c) sweep the floor, (d) take out the trash, (e) pay some bills like a Responsible Adult, and (f) exercise a bit via awkward-spazzy-dancing in my living room:

Except for the shirtlessness, this is a pretty accurate representation.

Tomorrow, sadly, I have a great heaping pile of stuff to do, which may possibly be why I’m putting off going to bed now. The sooner I crawl into bed, the sooner I’ll wake up and have to clean, do laundry, wash dishes, run errands, etc.

Agh. I really need to go to bed. It’s a distance of about seven or eight feet from computer to mattress, but I can’t…quite…seem…to…

I’m never getting out of this chair, am I?