Sigh. I know. It's 9pm on my swimming night. And I'm blogging.
Actually because a certain someone decided that 10:30pm-12:30am was a perfect time to wail and scream and cry I didn't get the rest I needed and then woke up with a pounding headache that no Tylenol could fix (thanks a lot, Jamie. Ha. Just kidding. It was the Munch of course.).
Anyway, so my swimming plans are foiled for tonight, I'm taking it easy and I'll try again Thursday morning. Oi. This is going to be rough.