Feeling like a Monday

(Sorry, the Bon Jovi afterglow continues and I can’t stop myself from appropriating lyrics. I know, I’m annoying.)

Anyway, it’s Monday morning. I’m back at work after a much needed day off on Friday. Which was good, since I was hyper after the concert and past the feeling tired point (because I’d been up since 4:45 a.m.) and was all “let’s go eat! let’s go somewhere fun!” at 1 a.m. Yeah, that eventually faded. But Mindy did allow me to drink coffee at 1 a.m. At one point, I was very serious about my intention to stay up for 24 hours. (It didn’t happen.)

So I’m back at work. I already hung up on my voicemail when I was trying to record a new message. And I can’t figure out what exactly I need to start doing first. But I’m physically here. And that counts for something. Right?