I actually think I may need a CCK icon.
Happy Birthday Lynne!
So all the jokes are less funny, and all the potentially valid concerns are being overlooked by me because I'm having a knee-jerk visceral reaction to the Xenophobia that's still all over LJ. Oh well.
I am very tired today, but I have Keemun tea, so that's helping. I'm also trying to get a whole swathe of bone pictures ready for analysis before I run off to work this afternoon.
Work is - well, I enjoy it, definitely. It requires focus, which means that for once when I'm working I'm not zoning out or making up stories or letting myself get anxious about anything except the influx of orders I have to deal with. Which is nice, but exhausting. Especially combined with the physical work of, well, work. Also, the InnerDad asked me what we sell and I told him "Coffee... and Cake..." for someone who talks fully openly about sex and orgasms on an LJ I know they read, I really should stop worrying about talking to them over the phone.
Part of why I'm tired is even though I went to bed at 10.30 absolutely exhausted, and only that late because I'd been doing a layout for apiphile- which is all ready to go at ineveryport but somehow won't transfer to Del's ElJay - even though I went then, I was still unable to sleep for a long time thanks to very loud washing up (no, really) and music being played in the music room (which is right next to my head). Yet I still have to get up early to get some actual research done before work.
I don't know why exactly, but I'm pretty sure it's the InnerFambly's collective fault that other people cleaning give me anxiety attacks. Especially as if you ask any of them they'd probably tell you I'm an insufferable slob - which may be the issue, actually. Anyway, people cleaning around me gives me anxiety attacks. People not cleaning when I am makes me angry and bitter. YOU CAN NEVER WIN.