I crashed out late Monday night (early Tuesday morning) and therefore was not in any sort of shape to go to work when the time did come: all shaky and antisocial and very, very not good.

It would have been OK if only I'd been more hormonally stable, but I'm not.

So that sucked.

I was fairly comatose all afternoon, but eventually got enough energy to head to Sprouts to reprovision the kitchen. Then I did dishes and started the lasagna.

I'm hoping that I can get my handwritten Necromancer's Prayer notes typed up like, now.