My tiny dinner from night decided to punish me ("You cook me and this is the love you show me, eating half a serving and filling out your calories with pints of cider?") by making me hungry at some ridiculous hour this morning, and when I finally ate at 9 I was almost dizzy from lack of food. I've spent the morning feeling a little weird, like I'm overcaffeinated or something, and while I'd really enjoy a cup of tea I'm afraid to make one. My guess is that when the all-dev meeting takes place at 4 I'm going to have a hard time sitting through it with my eyelids open.
It's baseball season, and I've got a calendar up next to my desk. Surprised? Well, given that leaving work at the wrong time on a game night adds a FULL HOUR to my trip home, I damn well need to keep track of when the games are. Just another reason to hate sports in my book.