It's a terribly sleepy day. I could barely keep my eyes open at work, and was not helped by the fact that I still have absolutely nothing to do. Also, I forgot to eat, and thus by 3pm I was dead tired, starving, and generally unhappy. There seemed no reason to stay at work any longer, so I didn't. I stopped by home, picked up my done library books, took them to the library, and (as could have been predicted, doubtless) came home with dozens of new ones. Mostly on religious themes; for some reason my usual browse of the new non-fiction is leading to more and more books about religion. I seem to really enjoy reading about things I could never believe. I suppose there's something satisfying in reading about faith... I also came away with some historical fiction focused on ancient greece, some cookbooks (now that I finally have recipe software I like to put recipes into), the first of the year's best fantasy & horror anthologies (if I can just avoid the horror I should be fine), and a hefty 'history of music' book, one in a series of eight or so. This one focused on the medieval period, which is not one I know much about, but to be fair I don't know much about any music beyond Broadway hits of the 1980's and everything Sondheim has ever written. It cannot but do me good.

When I got home I made myself a sandwich (turkey, with lots of miracle whip and garlic), and ate it rapidly along with big gulps of strawberry soda alternating with water. Now I feel much more like myself, less tired and less starving, and will doubtless begin any moment now to play SMAC while waiting for Jim to get home. Czr invited us to a party at his work tonight, and I suspect Jim will go. I suspect also that I will not go, being actually tired and not really up for socialising with vast quantities of strangers.

Two job leads in my mail today. Things are looking up.