Yesterday: no SCIENCE!, no Tamageddon, just interrupted sleep, farting around, and doodling schematic diagrams. (And watching Neon Genesis Evangelion.)
Today: went to sleep at 5am, woke up at 8pm. Oops. Haven't done much today, either. Plans for my nixie-with-EL wire clock are getting dangerously close to the point where I'm going to have to build something, rather than just endlessly revise designs on paper, though.
In general, this week has been about recovering from my 'vacation'; dealing with the transit and my parental units was more stressful than I thought it would be, exacerbated by the stupid Concerta making me wake up at 5:30AM, regardless of what time I went to bed. I'm pretty severely broken out, undoubtedly from all the stress hormones that were going through my system. I'm also feeling kinda chubby - even if it's what the scale says and not the mirror; realizing I'm 30-40 lbs heavier than I was a year and a half ago (yet 30-40 lbs less than I was five years ago) isn't particularly helping.
In short, bleh. I'm hoping that I'll have recovered enough this week to be social (port and sunset, maybe?) or at least get out for the 4th of July.