It takes every ounce of effort I have in my tired, little body not to fall asleep immediately upon returning home. I hit the sofa and I'm gone. I feel like all I do is work and sleep, and that's a bad habit to get into. I need to find ways of motivating myself post-work without assistance from caffeine.
Today I managed to actually be a little productive - I hung some things around the apartment, sifted through the few remaining boxes that are still taped up, and assessed the dinner situation. The situation being that I don't feel much like cooking.
I am hoping I can at least stay awake until Dave gets home . . .






