not so much lazy as tired, this time. it's not over yet--tomorrow is another long day. long as in tiring, not necessarily as in many hours (although that may also happen). this is one part of my job i used to love but have come to dislike quite a bit.
i just dropped something in the mail. i'm scared of the consequences. before, the excitement outweighed the [justified] fear and trepidation. now, i'm very afraid and very unsure. i'm currently reassuring myself with the thought that in the big scheme of things, this really isn't that big of a deal. some of you know what that something is, but none of you (except one person who only occasionally reads this) really know the full consequences, which i will be happy to enumerate at a later date.
i want to write about it here so badly, but i have to figure out how and when to tell some people IRL, first. so tempted to just spill.