So here I am trying to persuade myself to do something useful with Saturday. I'm feeling absolutely flat as Hell after last night. The last time I felt like this was after the utter débâcle of the Independence Day dinner of 2010 - a weekend long nightmare of stress, having people over and having one of the worst fights ever with Joni.
It's not like I'm short of stuff to do. I promised a contact an article on the Jones Act. I have another piece to prepare on the Act of God defence in tort law. And I have study to do. And right now I can't even make myself get off the couch. Even the thought of going for a run makes me wilt.
Epically not much fun right now, I'm afraid.