It's barely 6 pm...

and I feel like I should crawl into bed. You know when you can feel the sickness creeping up behind you and you suddenly realize there's nowhere to run? That happened this afternoon at work. Bleah.

Came home, drank tea (with a tiny bit of Jameson's in it) and ordered Hot and Sour soup from the local Chinese dive. I have work to do, but the computer is kindly refusing to load the program I need. I hate to head off to bed quite so early, so I will attempt to stay more or less vertical until at least 8. Well, maybe 7.