Groggy

I got up this morning, somewhat reluctantly, to face my overly-optimistic list of things to accomplish for the day. I've just been sort of blah for the past little while, so the motivation's not as great as it could have been. I decided to do some reading on the couch, and Emma curled up by my feet, and then the couch was so comfortable that I passed out for a good 2 1/2 hours. In the middle of the afternoon. It's hard to recover from something like that. Oh well.

I'm just getting a bit nervous because I have two big deadlines right around the middle of November, and it looks like October is over now.

I guess I have to go back to that favorite quotation that used to be in J's office (the best office I've ever seen, by the way--it makes mine look rather boring by comparison):

I love deadlines. I enjoy the whooshing sound they make as they go by.

All right. Time to go to sleep (again, this time in my bed until morning).