I feel so craptacular. *flops*
I don't want to think about the State of the Union speech tonight, even though it's Bush's last (and, my, how good that sounds!) Instead, I watched as much West Wing as I could stand - which was six episodes of season 4. My head hurt too much for me to follow most of it.
I posted a fic last night:
Nightfall, which is about the continuing scheming of Geoffrey Plantagenet. I haven't gotten him in a hot tub with Philip and Constance yet, but...I'll get him there.
Right. To bed now, even though it's only 8.