It never ceases to amaze me how having a day off of work during a week can hinder my already tenuous grasp on the calendar and on time more generally. Of course, the added fact that I spent the better part of my weekend in a game which induces a freeze on the higher brain functions probably didn’t help. At any rate, I’m back at work, trying desperately to figure out what I should be doing next when all I can think about is curling up under the covers and trying to get warm. Heat seems to be the enemy in this department, save for Mary Kay’s office which is more sauna-like than my druthers. I meant to bring in a sweater but forgot in the steam-cloud of caffeine-less drooling which is my morning routine. Such things as sweaters and lunches really ought to be put together and put out the evening prior to my waking because there’s little chance I’ll remember come dawn. Dawn? Pshaw, I daresay I saw more red in the lights of the railroad crossing than in the sunrise this morning what with the grey and drear of this near-constant drizzle. Eh, fiddlesticks. I suppose the most logical thing to do right now would be to help myself to some steaming tea, filled with caffeine and sugar and warmth. Tea would solve at least half of my dilemmas this morning. The other half teeter on choice: what do I do with the rest of my morning? Perhaps the caffeine will give aid in solving that query. Caffeine, ho!