Eh. I woke up with a sore throat and a bad attitude this morning. You know those mornings? The mean reds? It's not a cold or anything, just a sore throat I think, but it swept into town with a badass posse of Snark, Crabby and Lack Of Motivation. The 4 Horsemen of the Minor Apocalypse.
Plus, Tuesday. Is there a more nothing day in the calendar than Tuesday? You can't in all reason still have Mondayitis, but cresting the hump towards the weekend feels like eons away. If the world ends with a whimper instead of a bang, something tells me it'll happen on a Tuesday.