
Went to bed at 4.45 in the AM last night. Woke up at 8.00 with all intentions of going to work, but, no. Not on 3 hours' sleep. Went back to bed around 8.30. Woke up at about 11.30. Still will be fucking murders.
I've just realized I've only had 6 hours of sleep so far, in 3 hour increments. Fucking hell. Also, does anyone know what causes aching joints in a non-chronic pain way, other than flu? Because while I know I'll probably need knee surgery in the next 10 years or so, this is getting irritating.
BPAL came today. Taurus smells oddly comforting, so, yay. Will try Morocco and Baghdad and Scales and then get those out with Rakshasa. I was also supposed to hand off Bow and Crown and Death to someone, and I don't for the life of me remember who. And there's a bottle to go to Bria, so. That'll probably happen somewhere between Monday and Wednesday, depending on how long it takes me to get through imp testing. And something else.
The storms are still coming through, less badly, the past few days. The ground is still a squelchy mudpond, and we have two tiny rivers running through the backyard. Yay? This is March and April for me, though. Eh.
I have Smarties. I am making myself not scarf an entire bag in one day and thereby go through amazing sugar highs and crashes.
I have writing and translating to do, and Fluffy is not a vampire. Yay.
I am so damn exhausted. Taking a nap now.