jchrisobrien | Tragic Ocelot is tired...

I came down with a coma after work today, I fell onto my bed and slept for 1.5 hours. I thought it would rejuvinate me, but I spent the rest of the evening lazing about doing sweet FA. It could be the start of a cold, but I don't feel particularly sick. Just tired and ... oddly full. Like the bourbon chicken I ate for lunch is still there, along with what seems like a brick of rice. Any energy I had must be tied up in digestion. Still.

It makes me feel like crap. And we all know what happens when you feel like crap, you start to dwell on crappy things. But there will be none of that. I have two new sets of phat pants (which shall I wear Saturday? stay tuned!) I have a Warhammer tournament on Saturday that I am determined to have fun at, despite pinheads who are trying to make it this big competition. I have a movie and rave to attend this weekend. I have another turn in the driver's seat for my table top group, and that will be exciting, oh yes.

Let's see how I feel tomorrow... after 8 hours of sleep (knock on wood).