Today, I felt really tired. I've been feeling really tired and sleepy for a few days, actually, partly because I haven't been getting enough sleep, but also because I have been depriving myself of sleep by reading.

I've been reading Changeling, by Mecanimus. It's good, unfortunately... Being good means I want to read it, which means I spend time reading it, which means I don't spend time doing other stuff, which might be better for me to do at any given time, such as, for example, sleeping.

Still, I love reading so much, especially interesting stuff like Changeling! This Mecanimus person is kinda good, actually; I'm also reading The 108 by them, and it's really good too!

Anyway, I wore my corduroy pants, today! It was chilly enough that I didn't feel like I was dying with them on, though I did sweat a lot, it seems. I didn't feel sweaty, but my shirt was... A little drenched... Well, embarrassing, but that's life!