Somebody has a case of the Mondays and it is me.
I thought I slept okay but I've felt tired all day. 3 o'clock can't get here fast enough. It's not all bad, though. I'm chipping away at chapter 15 one sentence at a time in between assignments. One thing slowing me down is figuring out how dirty to make the strip club visit.
Have I mentioned the reading funk I've been in for the past week and a half? I can't seem to get excited about reading any of the 40-ish unread books in my house. I made some headway in The Broken Universe by Paul Melko at lunch. It's good enough to hold my interest but I wish I remembered more of the ending of the book it's a sequel to, Walls of the Universe.