My mom's also in this one...she hates having her picture taken.
And I'm up an hour earlier than I need to be, because my roommate didn't tell me that he didn't have to go in until nine. Grrr. Oh well, I'll just probably be depressed (i.e. not talking to anyone, because for some reason that means there's something wrong with me...) at work again.
I'm not really tired, I just haven't felt like talking. It...wastes energy that could be focused on writing!