Yule rehearsal

Meh... it went okay. Terri was a dear and give me a lift, and Sonja a lift as well on the way back. And she stopped at McDonalds for me, where I picked up a Double Quarter Pounder meal which tasted very good when I got home.

George is finally finished Albion 4. Thank God... he's been up for almost 36 hours! A feat I might be about to repeat myself, since Jim Salicrup is poking at me for pages and I don't want to leave him hanging too long. So -- stay up tonight, or get up early tomorrow?

God... I feel like the biggest piece of shit on earth right about now. :-( I was bitchy at the rehearsal and am about as smart as a Chia pet at the moment.

*drags self out of bed, grimaces*

It's 3 pm, and I should have been up and working at 9 am.

The period is definitely coming. My whole body hurts and emotionally I feel very bent, folded, spindled, and mutilated. I know I sabotaged myself but getting up late, but part of me feels good about doing it. And that fat-heavy and carb-heavy McDonald's meal last night probably isn't helping matters.

Sent off an email to the Hardy Boys editor: I'm not proud of myself, but I told him that I've been sick and that this is why I don't have any pages ready for him yet. I hate lying, but right now I have a frantic need to camoflage myself and to deflect any incoming attacks. Fuck...

So, now I'm off to have a cup of coffee with Monin O'Free Chocolate Syrup, the one bright spot in my life right now. Then I've got to start hacking out Hardy Boys pages to save my life.