Post-election I'm feeling like David Lynch's old cartoon in the L.A. Reader, The Angriest Dog In the World: "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis."

On the plus side, my work project is in the process of (a) securing an investor (so that among other things, I'd start getting paid again after more than half a year of working for free) and (b) setting up a meeting with the main toy licensing company for the major media companies we met with. (Supposed to be discreet about naming names at this stage.)

We've already cleared the biggest gate by nailing our last pitch (for the head of licensing for said major media company) so we're meeting the toy companies with her imprimatur.

In sum we've gone from Better Than A Lottery Ticket, to Better Than a Coin Flip to Pretty Fucking Close to the Brass Ring.

Crossing everything for you, David.

Thank you Tom and David for uplifting stuff. I am that Angry Dog apparently. My teeth hurt from the grinding.

I've definitely been having some trouble lately. Not sure if it's the election or the change of seasons or what, but although my mood isn't mostly too terrible, I'm also doing shit like going to bed at 830 at night and not wanting to get up at 7am when my alarm goes off. Not restful sleep. But no energy. Haven't even worked out in weeks. :(

Good luck, David. I really hope it works out.

To make my life complete, my office is having a team building thing on Friday. Our head person let something drop and I've figured out that it's going to be one of those locked room deals. I offered to keep quiet about it if she'd give me the key. sigh ... at least it'll be a shorter than usual day - starts later and ends earlier. I may try to get in a little shopping in that area if we end early enough.

Good luck, David. I really hope it works out.

Thanks all. Not only would it lift us out of paycheck to paycheck finances, we'd be in the position to pay forward some of the aid and succor the Buffistas have extended to us.

So, not counting any chickens and taking nothing for granted, but it would change our lives.

one of those locked room deals

The one I did was fun. I got to contribute to the solution and had suggestions listened to.

Good luck, David!

I'm also doing shit like going to bed at 830 at night and not wanting to get up at 7am when my alarm goes off. Not restful sleep. But no energy. Haven't even worked out in weeks.

Me too! My new fitness tracker (Moov) tells me 76% of last night's sleep was "restorative" but I do not feel it.

You might want to think about a mouthguard, Laura. My dentist has convinced me that the molar I broke last summer was from grinding my teeth and that was a lot of no fun.

Good luck with the team-building, Toddson.

I feel like a locked room activity should very much be an opt in only kind of thing. I could see it easily triggering an anxiety attack in someone. (Like me if I wasn't prepared for it and I wasn't with the right people.)