I am so fucking whupped it's just not funny anymore.

Friday there was the bowling. It was the third time I've been bowling in twelve years, so I wasn't really prepared for the next day pain. What the fuck. It's just a stupid 8 pound ball! Why does chucking it all over the place take so much out of me? On the positive side, I only came in last 2 out of 3 rounds. Yay, me.

Saturday there was laundry. And moving of furniture. And more moving of furniture. And some cleaning. And going to the movies with another human being, and, frankly, this social interaction business is just ridiculously exhausting. Listening! Responding! Listening some more! Responding again! And in such a way as to indicate that I was listening in the first place! My God, it's demanding.

And then today -- TONS of furniture moving. Why am I always wrong about where stuff will look good? Why can I never figure it out until I've loaded on the books? Oy. And then taping a room. And starting painting it. And more laundry.

I go to sleep now. I no get up early. I sleep.