Odds are, I’m expected to do a lot of shit tomorrow (though nobody ever tells me anything ahead of time. I’m just expected to intuit these things, I guess), so I need to get all my other weekend shit done today, I guess. Problem is, I’m not generally happy and peppy and bursting with love on Saturdays. Oh well. Better go see about getting up and around. There are doggies counting on me, after all.