sick

Holy crap. I did some work for my grandparents today, and I'm beat. Manual labor isn't my bag, baby. And I still have more to do tomorrow.

They pay well, though. I used to - actually I still do - feel guilty about them paying me for things I do over there. Really, I'm a good grandson and would do the work just because I want to help them out. But they insist, and it would be rude to refuse.

But now I'm home and relaxing. It is good.