Oof. I think I might be on the verge of getting sick. Or I'm just tired. I've not been sleeping well for the past week or so -- vague anxieties waking me up in the middle of the night -- and I think it finally caught up with me yesterday at work. I had a headache. I was so tired my lips were twitching. I think I fell asleep in my chair for a minute once. There may have been drool involved. Holding the last shreds of my dignity in my hands, I asked my boss if I could go home.

An hour, a BART ride and a $10 cab ride later, I was home. With the cats. And the painters, who were sanding the paint off the window frames of our apartment with a high-powered, very loud sander. Thank god for earplugs.

Anyway, I took a nap, a long bath and went to bed early last night. I feel... better today. Still a little wobbly. I should probably find my Airborne, just to be on the safe side.

I'm a little frustrated, though, because I'm all revved up about starting a new weightlifting routine. I've been modifying the no fat chicks beginner workout (which I've been doing, more or less, since January) to the point where it's just too long to do in one go. So, after poking around Krista's fabulous site some more, I finally settled on this Intermediate 3-day split, except I'm going to ad abs every time because, well, I like abs. I'm going to start with day three, because those exercises I haven't done much of but are generally some of my favorites (back hyperextensions make me feel like I'm flying, whee!).

Of course, if I'm still wobbly at the end of the day, I probably shouldn't go. But I might anyway, and just try to take it easy. I don't want to miss a workout; I'm doing so well on the healthy thing!

I really really need to catch up on writing/ editing stuff, though. I'm beginning to wonder if that's the source of my anxieties. Probably. I need to finish the YA novel because I have another, li-fi novel, pushing from behind, trying to get out. Gah. I will endeavor to work on writing this weekend. I will.