A birthday trip

This is Day Two of "Extremely Tired Amy"[tm]. Last night I went to bed at something like eight-thirty, because I was wiped out. I've done a little better tonight—10:15—but I can feel the tireds creeping in on me, and I know that as soon as I curl up in bed, I'm going to go to sleep.

It's worrying me a bit, because I know that someone at work was sent home with influenza today. I'm just trying to rest and take care of myself in the meantime.

Other news: it's official. While it's been official for some time now that I was going to D.C. for my vacation, it turns out that I'm going to be spending my birthday in one of the few major American cities I've not yet been to—New York City.


I'll be going with Andy and Jen, and I'm only a little petrified. (Big cities do that to me.) I'll come back with more good pictures, never fear. It looks like my birthday treat to myself is going to be a ticket to see Rent on Broadway. I'm thrilled.

I'm awfully grateful to Andy and Jen for making this possible—I wouldn't have gotten the chance to go if Andy hadn't suggested it.

Meanwhile, I'm tired. I'm going to curl up and snooze with my kitties.