Never Could Get The Hang Of Mondays, Either...

I want to shove a titanium spork into my brain. It must be a Monday.

Foot-injury-which-may-be-plantar-fascitis-or-may-be-a-bone-spur-my-doctor-has-no-f'ing-clue is flaring up, boss is MIA from work so I cannot ask him pertinent time-sensitive questions about paperwork, and tonight is board gaming meetup, which I've already skipped for a few weeks. Trying to decide if my stack of chores is enough "real" work to stop Wonderful Husband from making the sad!face at me if I decline to go.

Plus early-ass-A.M. dental appointment tomorrow. :/