What's with today, and how horribly slow it is? Could the hollow feeling I have be entirely about being without my fun houseguests, or is there an element of those scratchy ol' heartbroken blues, with the needle stuck in the record and the same refrains repeating, jarringly, so much that it seems the record will never end? (Okay, I'll just answer it: yes, there is. An element. Of that.)
Got a little more freelance work today, at least, so that's good. Have to do it now, though, which is less good.