Surprisingly, not sore!

[azurelunatic]

The paperwork this morning did not take six hours. It only took me four. Granted, some of that time was due to Pink Shirt Guy looking up things and writing an e-mail of censure to the people who had not done their jobs, but some of it was also standing around waiting for the copy machine to start behaving itself.

My wrists feel just fine. I only got 2,000-odd words out.

Brain go fuzzy. I bed.