of a friday

tired & a bit grouchy today. on my day off even! i sat a while in a coffeeshop this morning reading my novella but that didn't cheer me up. i tugged on a hangnail on my right index finger yesterday and the results were, although not unforseeable, markedly less than ideal (photo not attached). it's a form of self-mutilation that i really ought to overcome. i'm tired, maybe, because i got up between 4 and 4:30 a.m. the last four days and crept into the garage and worked out before heading to the job. i feel good about having done that, but maybe the lost sleep is getting to me. i can't sleep in on weekends. when i wake up i have to get up. i'm not much for lounging in bed in the mornings.