drained

It's only the middle of the week and I'm already drained. I think it's all the heat (despite the fact that the "Poh! Poh! Poh! Poh!" actually managed to summon up a brief rain).

I'm as energetic as a slug, and there's still a lot of stuff to do and get done. My mind is dull and my verbal ability reduced to grunts.

What I really want to do is to kick back in some airconditioned hotel room, watch TV and order room service ice cream, guilt-free. But no. Who can afford to do that?

I can have a cigarette in the stairwell though and think about the new story I'm percolating. If I do not perish walking there.

And at least there's Idol tonight. Go, Bo!