Tired and sleepy. Yawn.

Been sleeping poorly the past few days, so the weekend couldn't have come at a better time. Pretty chilly at night, though, so I'm waking up with a sore throat. Need more heat. Or fur. One of the two. Furry is good.

There's an office party this evening, but I think I'll skip it -- go work out instead, and then head home, and become one with the couch until bedtime. Couchy goodness all around. Yum.

Tomorrow night I'm going to a birthday party, and that's all I have planned for the weekend. I like that. Nothing I have to do, nowhere I have to be. That's what the word 'weekend' means, you know. It's constructed from two words: Wee and kend. 'Kend' is an ancient Sumerian word for 'doing'; an action, an activity, an event. To 'kend' something. And 'wee' -- well, we all know what 'wee' means. No, not that. 'Little'. 'Small'. 'Tiny'.

Wee-kend: "Very little that has to be done."

Or, alternatively: "Taking a piss."

And that's the truth. Honest.  ¶ 16:53