I'm tired. Reeeeally tired. Which is weird, because this morning I was completely full of energy. I have absolutely no reason to be tired. I've been getting plenty of sleep and it's not like I'm doing anything after work (or during work, or before work) that requires energy. It's not good. I could so use a nap. Maybe it's the effect of sitting outside in the sun during lunch. I don't know why that would make me tired. It's like all those novels from the 18th and 19th centuries where women constantly have to rest after doing insanely non-tiring things like cutting roses (Mansfield Park, I'm looking in your direction). Got me. Maybe I'll scope out the fitness center in my apartment complex after work. Ooh, exciting. I'll pretend I'm on a secret mission and do it all James Bond-like . . . or not. I'm not quite that big a freak.
Current song in my head:
"In the Heat of the Night" by Aqua