Not really beaten up, just feeling that way. I went to the dentist's yesterday for the next segment of restorative work, which is costing me not so much an arm and a leg as all the limbs of every relative I still have extant. I now have two prototype crowns and a prototype tooth on my implant. Six hours in the chair.
I feel as if I've been beaten up. Not only did I fail to do the SU Herald yesterday, I spent most of today asleep too. I know there was anaesthetic involved, and it was a long time, but it really does feel silly that I feel like this.
Still, Guest!Cat is actually being quite friendly, and has fallen in love with a box Dave found for him.
Now I'm going back to bed. I still have 150 pages to read of Pendennis before I can even start my essay.