Unmotivated

That's me. I'm experience the mid-afternoon nap craving that used to hit me almost every day. Maybe it's just in the winter? I could easily put my head down and wake up with a drool puddle under my mouth and imprints of my shirt on my forehead an hour from now.

That would be bad, wouldn't it?

The mouse who formerly lived in my desk is dead, though there is still a trap in the drawer where he was mostly hanging out. I do feel a skoosh of guilt over his (her?) death. Sorry, Mousey.

Come on, someone wake me up! I don't even think an hour at the gym is going to help me today. What if I fall asleep there, in the midst of my bicep curls?