Inventory.

I just got home. I tried to write a Happy Friday note to Roo cause I will not see him between now and when he'll leave for work at 7:15. I misspelled more words than I spelled correctly. My back is in knots and my brain is still wide awake. There are a few lights and stops signs on my way home from work, and I tried to pull away from a red light in 4th gear. Niiiiiiice. The poor car was chugging and moaning. It was sad until I realized I was the problem.

Such is life.

I hate inventory.

Time to putz around till my brain gets tired.