I was going to go swing dancing tonight.  I made it out of work on time, came home, ate dinner, changed, made it to the front door of my apartment building...and turned around and went right back upstairs.  I'm just not up for it tonight.  Kind of tired, which isn't unusual for a Monday, but I just don't feel like driving 40 minutes each way.  This is kind of lame, since I haven't been dancing in 2 weeks...but what'cha gonna do?

So I'm going to hang out with T-dizzle and catch up on episodes of "The Mentalist".  I do loves me some Simon Baker and Owain Yeoman.  And I think I feel like making some tea.  I think I'm gonna do mandarin tonight...