Waugh, too much of everything this morning, even too much happiness (in the form of a mostly-naked dragon lady insisting on sitting in my lap while I finished the last of my employee evaluations).
I really can't claim my mood or condition is bad this morning. I've had a pretty damn good weekend, really, including a lot of progress on Getting Over Myself and resuming social functions.
Can this constant information overload end please, though? I have an ancient wooden brain, slow to process.