I spent most of yesterdayin a fog because I apparently didn't sleep well. I say apparently because I do not recall having too much trouble sleeping, yet when I awoke and got up I was still tired. I stayed tired most of the day and went to bed relatively early that night.

Today, I am tired for a different reason. I had a tremendously good work out on the racquetball courts. This was preceded by a lot of homework getting done and followed by a D and D game that got cut short by someone else being exhausted. It seems being productive wears me right out.

I am glad my day got cut short though. I took a pretty hard hit to ther face on the courts; it knocked the lens out of my glasses, and then the ball kept bouncing, so my head has been on the verge of a major headache, though never quite getting there, for several hours. Add to that the fact that my shoulder is sore and all I want is a nice long bath in the hottest water I can stand.

It's too bad I finished my current bath book (that being the material I read while lounging in the tub). I'm not entirely sure what I want to attack next. Perhaps I will go with TERMINAL VISIONS bu Richard Paul Russo. I seem to be on a short story kick.

Really life in general is pretty calm at the moment. Not a bad thing. Perhaps I will get some writing done tonight.

Anyway, I think that's it for now. My mind is too full of sleepy fog to remain even this semi-coherent for much longer.

Bye, all!