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Ugh I did not want to do much of anything today. And I have no idea why I don't feel like I got enough sleep because I went to bed early last night, but there we are. I did at least get a decent chunk of orders out, most things checked in. There's a supplier I want to strangle, but there's not much I can do about that unless I hike the car over an hour or two west and actually try to strangle them, and that still won't get me my product. Yarn. I'm not a drug dealer.

I did, at least, manage to get most of the formatting done for the stupid dime novel to go out tomorrow. I've only been putting that off for ages and a half. At this point I'm not even sure why, it's just one of those nervewracking things. Still. I should be able to get it out tomorrow, and then I can bite my nails and fling myself at all the other things I have to write. Which is a shitpile! So that ought to make me feel better.

Ugh, and it's late again and I want to keep writing and I can barely keep my eyes open or a coherent thought in my head. Blegh.

Tomorrow will be better. May be better. Tomorrow I won't be spending half the evening compiling the stupid thing to format for publication, and the other half of the evening cutting raw chicken to cook for the rest of the week. So there's that. I did have some idea tonight of trying to pull my brain together and write and finish up the words due in the month, but I think at this point I'll be lucky if I manage to finish all the words due today, so. But this month will be the least short, and next month is Camp Nano which means double or quadruple time and I'm totally going to die.

Maybe I can take some time off. Maybe I can just sleep through... something. I don't know. I'm totally going to die.