Apparently being tired is going around at Postcards from Purgatory, because I am wiped out.  I didn’t leave work until nine o’clock tonight.  That would make my day a fourteen hour day.  And I’ve gotta go back tomorrow to do it all over again.  I’m so close to being done with The Valley of Amazement I can almost taste it, and I’m annoyed about my long-ass day at work partially because I am not going to be able to finish it tonight.

The good news is that tomorrow is my Friday, I have three days off, and one of them is Saturday!  Surely I’ll be able to finish my book by then, right?