My gym attempt today was foiled by a dead iPod. This week I’ll go. I swear. It is humid and gross here.

It’s already almost dinner time and I can’t say I’ve been “awake” at any point today. I’m groggy from Benadryll, but without it I can’t stop sneezing.

I am reloading my email today for an entirely different reason than usual. I’m not sure if this is good or if it exceedingly stupid, but either way it is a distraction. Next week (or maybe this week. It would be good if it was this week, because that would get it out of the way, for good or for bad) there may be coffee involved. I sent a semi-panicked email to Joe inquiring as to what photos of me were actually decent. (It’s slim pickings) I would like to remain completely indifferent, but I’m a tiny bit flustered, and already playing a game where I’m deciding how long to wait before answering an email.

This is, for the record, most likely nothing. I mean, I’ll be surprised if coffee ever even happens. But it gives me something to occupy head space other than the fact that I’m never going to find a new job. Although, while that is theoretically healthy at this point, I’m not sure this is the best means to distraction.