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Still so goddamn tired I cannot even tell you, etc, etc. Only slightly disappointed that the last post did not, in fact, garner friends coming out of the woodwork to offer me shinies; I hadn't really expected it to. Apparently I'm not that sort of person people want to fling money at. Or my cats aren't amusing enough. It's okay, I actually slept last night. And if I can sleep tonight, and for a couple more nights to come, maybe things will be better! It's amazing how much sleep doesn't seem to matter until you don't get it anymore, for whatever reason.

I'm pretty sure my body weight not even changing a tenth of a pound in four days is some sort of mutant power. I mean, weight fluctuates, it goes up it goes down, I know this, but down to the same tenth of a pound, four days in a row? If this is my mutant power can I reset it lower? Weird.

Grandpa did not, in fact, take a wild hair and go out to the beachhouse (in Delaware, just for information) to see how bad the storm damage was. I mean, I didn't think he would, but it's nice to know. And the house is on ... eight foot stilts? Ten foot stilts? that are buried into the sand 30 feet deep according to Aunt, who was there when they drove them in, so if it's not still standing those were some fucking strong winds. And/or high waves coming into the bay, because it's not directly on the ocean. In which case I would not expect Rehoboth to be standing at all, which, parts of it still seem to be. So, we should be okay. Maybe some broken out windows and some rain coming in. If the waves did come all the way up to the beach house, well, the only thing they would have gotten would be the downstairs storage with all the really, really old fishing and crab tackle and maybe some inflatable things for the kids what visit there.

... And I was going to email the Draw Specialist for information on how that was proceeding but she just now emailed me some documents to scan and read and sign and fill out and send back. That was kind of eerie.

So, yeah. Today looks like a lighter day on account of half the crap that was supposed to land got held up by Sandy. And hopefully there will be less outgoing as well. I have no idea what the hell just happened, but we got an unusual slew of large wholesale orders in the past week or so, so that's been busy. And now, hopefully, I can get some other stuff done. I did finish line edits on the first chunk of Black Ice! Which means now, second chunk! And the third, and then fourth, and it really never ends, does it. Le sigh.

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Goddammit, self. I'm getting sick of your self-pity. This is not the end of the world, it does not mean no one cares about you, it's not even an onset of depression. It's exhaustion and PMS, combined with possibly fighting off that flu you're living with. Deep breath, stop whining about your whining not getting you anything, and take care of yourself. One thing at a time.

(Notice how I'm avoiding the hell out of pull yourself up by your bootstraps. No, I'm not going to fall into that trap. Fuck the bootstraps, I do have reason to feel like crap, I'm tired and I'm having the usual mild mood downswing right before and I'm fighting off a doomflu, and any of the three of those would take spoons. Which means the useful thing here is not to fuck around with bootstraps, it's to get the work done one bit at a time so nothing makes a mess, and then curl up with hot something and knitting and maybe non-thinky entertainment. Like the Bourne movies. Or anything with Jeremy Renner and his ass.)

(Also, wow, self, you're bitchy today. Stop that. Comments like that do nothing to improve anything.)

(Even if they're true.)

Paperwork in process for the draw thingie, sighing at the hoops we have to jump through, but oh well. Got to take care of an issue with a supplier all by myself today, too! 'cause Witch Queen would normally deal with it, but she's still up on the mountain because they actually got snow from Sandy, and a tree down over the road because of it. We got drizzle and wind and cold and otherwise fall weather. Not even Sandy loves me, woe, sadness, lock myself in my garret and drape myself over a bed or something.

Actually, while under other circumstances I wouldn't mind a little snow... not right now. It is time to break out the arm warmers, I've got two I'm knitting, one in blue-teal-turquoiseish and shades of warm yellow stripes because I'm a dork and I had some giant fluffy yarn, and one in a really nice pattern that I found on Ravelry and using a shades of purple yarn because I am a giant Hawkass fangirl. And I have a no-sleeve black top and shut up I have a life I promise. I swear. Somewhere around here. And until then I have a couple other nice chenille arm warmers and things to keep me warm, but these will be full sleeves. So there, winter. Or something. Fuck I'm cold. And if I'm getting sick I'm going to kill someone. Possibly the boyfiend, since it'd be his fault.