I.
Hate.
Cyclones.
Between one and two AM, this morning, I couldn't sleep for the pain in my face. And of course I couldn't be arsed getting up for painkillers because one firkin AM.
Ugh.
So yeah. I'm not on all cylinders this morning.
Mayhem is under the weather because local tummy bug, and my money run is going to include dropping off a piece of paper because doctor's notes have to happen.
He should be fine tomorrow. I, however, am not the entire sausage.
But I gotta do stuff, because I'm all I've got.
It's now time to watch for Chaos' bus. Story some time after I drag my sorry arse back home.