I got home last night feeling tired and a little achey. Cleaned some, made dinner, and then was just DONE. So I went upstairs, put on pajamas, and crashed out. I was asleep by 21:30.
Got up at 6:30. Still tired, vaguely achey, didn't feel great. Came into work because I thought my part time admin was out today (it's tomorrow).
Had the following conversation via IM with the hubband:
ME: "Blargh, brians.
ME: "I have none, today"
Him: "Did you mean brains?"
Him: "Cuz I wondered why you needed Brian's."
ME: "Is it 5:00 yet?"
Him: "It is somewhere."
Me: "Do you know where? ROME."
Apparently, Italy has ruined me for real life.