"WOOZLE" is so a word! Thieving bastards!

Second night of insufficient sleep in a row means Adam gets bugger-all done the day after. On Sunday morning I had to get up rat-bastard early to return Boy-Child and Girl-Child to Worcester in time for UU services, but this morning I had no reason for my eyes to pop open a full two hours before I wanted them to, except for sheer spite on behalf of whatever middle management doorknob in my brain is in charge of Sleep Maintenance. L'bugnuts.

Luckily for me, there is WEBoggle. I seem to have found myself mixed up with a street gang of hardcore Boggle hooligans. Oh, you laugh, but these people don't screw around: they're a bunch of people who not only play strictly 5x5, but they only allow themselves words of 6 letters or more, which you can confirm by scanning their found words lists after each round. I can hold my own with them most of the time, and have even won my share of rounds, but I swear, I feel like I need leather cuffs and a shiv to get me through it.

So yeah, today was a dead loss, although I did get out to issendai's place for cat-sitting duties, and then to the library. Tomorrow is hanging out with fiddle_dragon, and Wednesday is a visit from figmentj, and the perennial job hunting continues in the cracks between. For tonight, though? Sleeeeeep. (I hope.)