So that's what I did yesterday. And last night. And no, other than my mighty disconcerting nap after work, I have not been to bed. And while I am not sleepy, I can tell that I am tired from physical symptoms. I truly hope I'm not called upon to do anything that requires much in the way of dexterity today.
Next up: Sense and Sensibility, if for no other reason that I'm a freak, and reading P&P, the second novel in the collection, before having read the first one S&S was bugging me. I know it makes no sense, but there you go. I hate to start in the middle of anything - apparently I even hate the appearance of starting in the middle of something. *snort*
So, a tired Joy with a head full of Jane Austen - recipe for trouble? Only time will tell.