It's never a bad day when you can mention pie on 1A

Man, I'm tired. I had to get up early to go in for this training thing, but a half-hour before the alarm was set to go off, the boss called, twice, the second time leaving a message on the machine reminding me of the aforementioned need to be in early. Now, that's woken me up, but only partway, so I go to the bathroom and hop back in bed, thinking maybe I can catch a quick nap. And then the phone rings again. I drag my ass out of bed (almost literally), forcing myself to wake up and attempt to get the phone. I don't make it, but on the machine, just minutes after the last message, is a new message now from the boss, saying never mind, training's canceled. So now, I can go back to bed for another hour and a half. Except that now, I'm up -- I've forced myself awake. I went back to bed, but I didn't get enough sleep to say so, between trying to get back to sleep and half-waking every 15 minutes out of paranoia, thinking that the alarm must be about to go off when I still had another half-hour or whatever. Bleh.

So I'm tired. And I've had a headache for a large chunk of the day, probably from the fatigue and exacerbated greatly by the stress of a day with shitty roads, focusing and getting all tense while driving. Not to mention that my shoulders and neck are knotted up rock-solid. It was a painful day.

Is it bad that when I rub my neck, I can feel shit cracking under my fingertips? I hear it, too -- it's pretty loud.

But I got to put pie in a promo. And I got out of work on time -- I haven't gotten out of work on time since mid-August, but I managed to get shit done and everything came together right on time.