Grace woke up breathing easier. But I have her on oxygen still. I feel pretty blessed that we have machinery just to hook her into. Yet, access to such makes it difficult to figure out what to do. If we didn't have two different oxygen delivery systems at home, we'd have to go to a hospital. But as it is, we can take of it and monitor her here.

I wish she weren't sick.

OMG, this project is almost finished, guys.

You have no *fucking* idea. It's easily the highest profile highest impact project I've had to usher across the finish line all by myself. And if we can just get over that last hurdle of last minute randomness...I could be off to the ER in half an hour. I can think of nothing other than fixing this headache.

Good thing I wrote my acceptance speech a long time ago when I was much more awake. I've been dozing off and jerking back awake for hours, inbetween yelling at data centre employees, drawing fanart, and working out contingency plans.

And the business user performing acceptance testing has just told me he's been testing the old system for the past twenty minutes.

I hope it worked!

FUCK.

Shit isn't working. My head is caving in. I can't leave my control centre. I can't fix anything.

Uhg.

When I woke up this morning, I had a momentary panic because my neck ached and my butt and legs were sore, and I so don't need another knock-me-out cold. But then I remembered I'd walked 3 miles carrying booze, at a brisk clip. Oh yeah. That.

I don't know how to tell my manager I can't do this anymore. I'm just sitting here and crying.

Damn, ita !, I'm so sorry. If there were someone to smite on your behalf, you'd have an army of smiters at your command. Which does nothing to help you where you are now, I know.

Hey, ita's stuff! (and staff) Start working!!

Did that work at all?

Also I hope Grace gets better asap.

Also also, I really almost missed my train. Yikes! But not quite, so that's good.

Oh, I forgot my other thing: I can't quite deal with tumblr on my phone yet, so will deal with submissions when I get home tonight.

This just in: Craigslist sucks.

Dude "may be interested" in the curio cabinet I'm trying to sell. Tells me to call him. If I call him, he'll have my phone number! I just...I'm not comfortable calling people, especially men, whom I don't know, who contacted me through Craigslist. Why can't we do this by email? Sure, if I email him back, he'll have my email, but that's disposable. I'm creeped out. Especially since, to get this cabinet, the buyer will have to come to my house. I think this was a bad idea. I'm gonna tell him it sold already and I'm taking the listing down.

Do you have an iphone, Zen? Would something like burner work for you?

Also, you don't have to lie to him and then not be able to sell your item. You're the seller. You control this. You can say, email only or I'm not interested in your offer.