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I am far more productive in the hours immediately following work [on weekends] than I am at any other time. I've paid my cable bill, sent off my rebate for my shower cleaner, let the dogs run around, let the dogs back in, done the dishes, tackled part of the side of the sink that smells like death, taken the trash out, ...I dunno, I feel like there was more, but the dishes alone put today down as a winner.

I feel like I'm going to hurl, though. I'd say it's from the sink fumes [mmhmm. fumes. I said it.] but I felt icky all night. Not massively so, but every so often I'd move and then think, "Oh, baaaaad idea!"

All that possible productivity is exhausting. If you need me, I'll be dead until tomorrow.