Insomnia
Dear itchy dry skin/hive things: Fuck off. *pops two Benedryl*
Well...at least it might help the insomnia. Might.
It's not like I was all geared up to be productive or anything. *sigh*
Yesterday: one poem edited and sent to friends. Dinner sacrificed for said editing as I got lost in the "I'll just work on this for a few minutes" and burned the potatoes that were roasting in the oven.
Today: Tinkered for less time on poem #2, to be further tackled tomorrow. After, you know, the day job, where I am doing line by line edits with excel files and .pdfs in small font, validating degree maps. It's not like the one eyed girl finds eyestrain exhausting or anything.
FML.
*scritchscritch*
Well...at least it might help the insomnia. Might.
It's not like I was all geared up to be productive or anything. *sigh*
Yesterday: one poem edited and sent to friends. Dinner sacrificed for said editing as I got lost in the "I'll just work on this for a few minutes" and burned the potatoes that were roasting in the oven.
Today: Tinkered for less time on poem #2, to be further tackled tomorrow. After, you know, the day job, where I am doing line by line edits with excel files and .pdfs in small font, validating degree maps. It's not like the one eyed girl finds eyestrain exhausting or anything.
FML.
*scritchscritch*