me. The referent of the titular adjectival phrase.
Hee. I don't take the opportunity to use any of those words.
So. I've blathered about my weekend. If you didn't chase through the cuts, the short version is that I was busy busy last week, and busy on Saturday, and Sunday was busy, but it was more of a relaxed sort of busy. If that makes any sense. I did stuff that needed doing, but I didn't hurry.
And yet, (hey, a paragraph that didn't start with a single word, pretending to be a sentence) I woke up exhausted this morning. Part of that was waking up at 3AM and deciding to edit an audio recording.
And then work took us all out Go Kart racing. I'm a fan of driving, and driving games, and hey, my icon is actually a piece of a Gran Turismo screenshot I took. Strangely, though, I'd never been to this particular form of the hobby. It was a fair amount of fun - I'd do it again, especially if there was a longer track. But, the worst part is that I'm totally spent. My arms, shoulders, and neck are really sore - see, whipping those things around the corners is surprisingly (at least to me) physical, and then there's the bumping and running into the edge of the track.
So, yeah, I've been useless the rest of the day.
Isn't it about time to go home?