Shooting things sounds awesome.

It's surprisingly soothing.

Crap, that reminds me that I have to renew my driver's license, which expired in February!

Too much on the list. I have open house on Saturday and Sunday to sell the house. I fly out on Tuesday. While I have been working without my main helper because her mom passed away and she was pretty much gone for a couple weeks before and all this week. I am just run ragged.

Many hugs and warm thoughts to people. And shooting targets *is* surprisingly soothing. I should take up archery again, actually.

Guess who remembered at 10 PM last night that her car registration needed to be renewed AND managed to actually find last year's registration notice with all the secret codes and PINs you need to do it online?

Go Brenda!! I guess maybe if they use the same system they don't want someone to be able to transfer ownership or something?

My throat is hurting, which is no good. Feels all swollen. Do not want. However, I woke up to my roommate still being in the house because she took the day off to go camping--and she was pulling scones out of the oven and let me have one! Yum.

That said, ice cream and wine does sound like a reasonable plan to me right now.

That said, ice cream and wine does sound like a reasonable plan to me right now.

I want this. Or just skip the ice cream.

I am, actually, extremely stressed/distressed and can't chill out. Part of it is last night's spectacular insomnia (I fell asleep about half an hour before Tim's alarm went off this morning) -- sleep deprivation is not helpful to one's mental state.

I'd take an Ativan (that is how extremely distressed I am right now -- it's not code Blackwatch Plaid, but it's high enough to warrant drugs [which is pretty fucking high]), but since I'm all sleep-deprived I know it'll make me fall asleep. Which would be fine except I have one last article to finish and return today, and then a phone call to make to try and schedule a speaker.

I think the deal I've made with myself is this: I can cry and wail while I edit (because I am really good at multitasking), and once I've finished editing (should be maybe an hour, tops), I can take Ativan, and then make that phone call right away before the sleepy kicks in. And then go back to bed and everything else can go fuck itself.

That's all I've got for today.

I'm trying to embrace the grand motto of IDGAF today, Tep. We'll see how that goes.

I'm trying to embrace the grand motto of IDGAF today, Tep. We'll see how that goes.

Solidarity, yo.

I have no fucks left to give today, except wanting to keep my job, so I'm going to meet my deadline, even if it is more half-assed than my usual quality of work. And then ALL THE DRUGS. Well, no, just one.

And maybe GotG later tonight.

We're waiting on GotG until the Kiddo gets here. GeekFamilyFun is worth the wait.

Solidarity, yo.

Sometimes IDGAF is the only sane approach. Hope you're napping soon, Steph.

In case time has clouded anyone's memories, I can reconfirm that Scola hugs make everything better.

Hey, how do you have a Scola?

Hope you're napping soon, Steph.

Soon. I finished my editing and just need to submit the changes (this is the job where I have to mark the changes by hand on a printed copy, scan the article, save it as a PDF, and email it back), and then I think I can nap. Fingers crossed.