yawn

Mondays are not getting any easier. That's a damn fact.

So Friday night's splatter-fest was as awesome as predicted. An encore performance of "Machine Girl" on a ginormous TV just made the movie more awesome. The follow-up feature, "The Story of Ricky" was campy and gorey. Good times.

I got home after that and collapsed. Good lord I've been tired lately.

I've been so exhausted of late that I was a tad worried about Saturday, but everything went well.

Father's Day was family-time. Dad appeared to like his gifts.

This morning I opted to drive in so I could bring in the telescope walking stick for its return to Hammacher Schlemmer via the good folks at UPS.

*sigh*

And I'm still tired.