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So, today was ... I shouldn't say it was a wasted day. That's probably symptomatic of something, that if I don't get twenty things done in one day I consider it a wasted day and that I've been a lazyass and I should probably get that looked at. But. Last night I went to bed around midnight? Woke up to a sneezing fit at half one, which would have been fine and I could have rolled over and gone back to sleep after if the boy hadn't decided that was the perfect time to get out his phone, his very bright phone, and start playing very loud games on it. I remember going downstairs to curl up onto the couch, and, oh, right, then he turned on the light, then I stomped back upstairs to get some fucking sleep. Which eventually did happen but then the whole of today I was too damn exhausted to do anything but play silly language games online and maybe get some writing done at all.

This is an exaggeration. Silly language games are language study, language review, and I did that, I did some knitting, and I managed to get my daily words written on Nerd Girls and one scene in Sandborn edited, so I'm slowly dragging my tired ass back to some form of writing discipline. I caught up on sleep, did a bit of reading, discovered that hacking off a chunk of the bike made it short enough that I could actually use it as a practice bike (thank you Elf Lord!) so no more need to play bike roulette with him bringing over a bike every weekend to see if I fit it or if I'm balancing on it like the seat's trying to jam itself up my lady parts. I'm not kidding, the first seat wasn't so bad because it was wider and softer around the leather, the second seat felt like it was trying for a reverse childbirth thing. Ow.

But anyway, now I have a bike! And if it's warm out there can be practice! This is a good thing, I'm going to enjoy this. I would have enjoyed it more if I'd gotten more sleep last night. Hopefully I can get some housecleaning done over the rest of the week.

I'm still not sure what I'm going to aim for on Tuesday, apart from getting writing done then and Wednesday. But having the day off to leisurely make our way down to Atlanta, check in, get dinner, hang out, and go to Cirque and then book it back up Wednesday to get the boy to bed and me to work, that should be good. A much needed if short vacation.

And I still have no idea what I'm going to do about hotels for Dragon*Con. At this point I'm so frustrated I'm not even sure I want to go. Argh. I'll think of something. I usually, almost always do. I'm just frustrated and boggled by the amount of money I ended up spending this year on autographs, despite having a shorter list than usual, and. Ugh on everything.

Sleep. Tomorrow is another day. Time for sleeping.