Divisions and Precisions

Looking for tsetse flies...

Brief note before I crawl off to bed. Sleepy. Rumpus goes to the vet tomorrow to get fixed. (Finally!) As glad as I am that now he'll eventually stop waking me up as he tries to hump Pooka, I'm marginally worried, just about having him out of my care in general.

I spent the weekend alternating between sleeping and doing homework--I finally had to leave the damn house in order to escape the lethargy vortex that seemed centered around my couch. I managed to accomplish, in three hours at Starbucks on Sunday, more than I managed to do all weekend between massive naps on the couch. This is just wrong. I should be able to stay awake in my own h....zzzzz.