Been a pity party kind of night.

(Hugs Suzi)

::hugs everybody (who wants it)::

It really shouldn't be this exhausting considering the ages of my kids.

Sometimes I think it gets more exhausting. The older they are, the more serious the mistakes they can make, you know?

Downton Abbey was, as usual, my cathartic crying moment of the weekend. Whoo.

The older they are, the more serious the mistakes they can make, you know?

Quite true. At least KCD and B back me up with the current crap. Not that they haven't before, but it is that reassurance that I'm not nuts.

You're really not. And I'm glad they're supporting you.

Eiffel Tower, woo!

My parents and I installed the laundry sink in the garage that they are giving me for Chanukah. We have been trying to find time to shop for one, etc., since Thanksgiving and today was the day. I fell on my old one at one point and broke the basin, although not so badly that it was unusable, and it was always precarious in the sense that a slight nudge could make it drain all over the garage floor, which was very bad as the washing machine drains into that line. I got pretty good about checking all the plumbing connections before every load of laundry, but that was a PITA. The new sink not only is not broken and drains smoothly, it's bolted to the wall and has a cabinet for tidy under sink storage. Pretty sweet! And we got it all in place and working in one day and only three trips to Home Depot, which none of us really expected.

Then I had a Moscow Mule at dinner, which was tasty but way bigger than I expected. Pretty good buzz going on right now.

Eiffel Tower is very cool, Jesse.

I am so beat. Spent the day over at my sister's apartment, which needed to be done. Wasn't fun, but needed to be done. Ugh. Got at least another month's worth of work there.

Can't sleep. I've tried all my usual tricks and nothing. Tired but not drowsy and I didn't even nap today.

Part of me wants to get up and pack a couple of boxes. Or maybe do some more work work. Instead I'm trolling for other night owls.

I am still awake, but not planning to be for much longer. Though I really don't want tomorrow to come because there are a number of onerous tasks I must/should complete, mostly involving calling people on the phone to get answers that I don't think I will actually like (ie "dear health insurance, how much will this cost?" and "dear cable company, why isn't this working?" etc). Plus, y'know, work. Wish tomorrow was a holiday for me, oh well!

I did go dance tonight, and while some of it I wasn't great, I definitely feel like I've gotten better since the first times I went, in July or August.

My moms cat passed away and I'm not sure what to say. I loved that cat, but I didn't live with him. And he aggravated her fibromyalgia with his enthusiastic affection. Part of me wants to joke that at least now she won't be harassed by his leaping and clawing and attempts at matricide. But I'm not sure of her level of affection for him.

I was awake from around midnight to 4AM, and just woke up again. I feel blah, and I would think I was sick if I had any kind of identifiable symptoms beyond "blah".