Eleventh verse, same as the first

This is my eleventh day of hammering away at the latest MM project, putting in crazier than usual hours. I just got up, and although I did get my eight hours of sleep last night I still feel absolutely bone-tired. My brain is stumbling and staggering like a punch-drunk prize fighter after one round too many.

Hopefully some coffee will help.

EDITED TO ADD: Aaaaaaand I just found out WHY I'm feeling like sleepy shit on a shingle... I checked my med kit and discovered that when I set my alarm to take my Ritalin at 8 am, I apparently just hit the alarm and rolled right back over and went to sleep again. So I'm running with no gas in my tank.

Gah. I've now taken the two little magic tablets and hopefully they will kick in soon.

EDITED TO ADD 2: One hour later, and yep, they've started to work. I still feel a little woozy, but at least now I can concentrate.

Chequesign!

This afternoon a cheque arrived from Manitoba Health for $405 and change. Exxxxxxxxxxxcellent! Most of it is already spoken for, but it's still good to have it in hand. I'll take it down to the bank tomorrow, along with a DC royalties cheque and the latest cheque from the HB publisher.

I'm still feeling a bit punky but have been proceeding with work. Somehow I find myself having to do less pages in the next day and a half than I'd anticipated (not that I'm complaining, mind you). George is also working faster than he expected and will be able to help me out, which drops my necessary pages-per-day count even lower. If I can wrap up ten more pages today I'll be on target, and I'm hoping to do more.