Monday, Monday

I skipped the gym tonight -- left my trainer a pathetic voicemail -- because I am about to pass out. Allergies have dried my eyeballs to dusty husks and I am too tired to think. I probably should take a day off after a festival, but I haven't accrued enough vacation time yet.

There is bad news in the air.

The fair went well. I have ideas on how to improve for next time. But it can wait. Because now I am going to sleep.