Well it's thursday now, and I haven't accomplished any of my weekly goals. I've gone out way too much, and I finally had enough when we were at the Office tonight and just had to take off. I fell asleep on the couch before we went and just couldn't recover, and I still feel bleary. I guess the things on my plate for the rest of the night are 1)drinking a little whiskey with ice 2)getting through as much of Condoleeza Rice's testamony as possible and 3)Reading Prometheus Unbound by Shelley if possible. God I'm bored...and sick of myself.