Houston, we have a draft of section 2! This is quite amazing, since I've struggled with it for WEEKS. I'm SO THRILLED. Now to start on the conclusion section. WOOT!

The frakking gods are watching me and giggling today. After the fire Wednesday? After not being able to sleep last night due to the evil prednisone? After finally falling asleep around 6:30?

The frakking fire alarm goes off again at 8:20. I was sound asleep. Once I realized what was going on, I threw on some clothes, went to the bathroom (sorry, but some things can't wait), heard some guys in the hallway and went out to see if I really needed to evacuate before I tried to pry the very scared kitty out and shove him in his carrier again.

Turns out, no. They were inspecting the damage from Wednesday and somehow set off the alarms. Yay, no more fire! Boo, I am now wide awake. Again.

I think I'm going to go somewhere for some breakfast and then come home and do laundry. Maybe I can nap some this afternoon.

vw, YAY you on your paper!!

My goodness, ChiKat! I would imagine the last thing you needed was to hear a fire alarm. I hope you get a chance to rest later.

Go vw!!

I'm fighting with my son. Parenting sucks.

Houston, we have a draft of section 2!

Yay, VW! Sounds like scrapping the pages you had and starting fresh was definitely the right way to go.

Daniel, even if the cars are off the street, they have to be licensed? Ugh. Good luck selling the caprice.

Yay for the draft, vw!

I'm considering getting arcrylic nails for a bit to curtail my nailbiting habit. It's gotten pretty bad and my nails look hideous. Usually, if I get acrylics for a month or two, then have them removed, I can grow my own nails out without biting.

cheerios:

Chikat, I'm glad your apartment was undamaged and you're safe. Bad timing for a fire alarm test.

I've got to un-edit a paper this weekend. Don't wanna. (Basically, I made some changes, and then decided that it was better before. But I don't want to undo ALL of the changes, just some of them, so I've got to go through the old version and the new version and figure out what I need to keep from each of them. Some of this is stylistic stuff, like rearranging some sections and stuff like that, but other parts are mathematical changes, which I can't just change by cutting and pasting -- I've got to totally rewrite it.)

Apropos of nothing, I think 7th Heaven is becoming the new Law & Order. Shari can find, like, two episodes a day minimum. Seven days a week.

She's watching one right now.

Quick urgent request--can any Bitches who might be up and about and have my cell phone number try calling it? I just got a response to a craigslist ad asking me to call them, and the phone is nowhere to be found. We really need the kitchen space and really really need the money, and I'm going to be seriously PO'd at myself if I lose this because I can't figure out where I left (or Matilda hid) the phone.

eta: THANK YOU, MEGAN!

Oh my gronk.

Insomnia last night combined with (or perhaps caused by) back pain led to taking two BackAid pills (which work really well, ftr), so I finally fell asleep around 2:30 or so. Alarm went off at 7:30 to give Byron his next dose of pain meds, which I did. I ran into the door frame twice going in and out of the bathroom at this point, which gives you a sense of my overall coordination. I collapsed back in bed, fell asleep, and then woke up a couple of hours later to ND getting ready to go to a 10 of 12 (theatre people know what I mean already, but in case others are curious, it's a very long theatre tech day). I managed to mumble, "Cats fed?" and heard, "No time, running late!" through my fog. He went out the door, and Byron let out a plaintive meow. Stumbled back out of bed, fed cats, ran into bathroom door frame again on my way in/out to take my own meds, grabbed Byron's antibiotics to give him, forced those down is throat to another baleful kitty glare, and fell face-first back into bed. At which point Seamus (youngest cat) leapt up on the window sill over my head and started pawing incessantly at the screen. I finally had to spray him with leftover water in my water bottle to get him to stop.

So now my cats are pissed, my bed is wet, and I am so filled with gronk that I really just want a do-over on this whole morning.