Pissed Office

No box of yarn on my doorstep today... but a delivery confirmation on the USPS website. I am furious.

Expectations

Maybe, instead of berating myself that I have not gotten anything done this week and fell asleep after one row of knitting today, I should take into consideration the midnight - 4:30 am time slot I chose for sleeping, three days in a row.

In other news, I did get one row of knitting put on my Camp Loopy shawl today before I caved in to exhaustion.

8 on a Scale of 10

Finally had to get up (at 4:30)(am) after an hour in bed worrying & trying to think of things to sell. If ever there was a time I needed a tune up at the shrink, this is it. But there is no money for copays or meds or even vet visits for the pests. Er, pets.

In The Dark

I just love it when I come home to find out that the electricity has been shut off. Maybe if they would deliver a fucking shutoff notice I could have paid them. Oh no, then how could they charge me $100 reconnect fee? Fuckers.

Logging in from the cafe across the street. Going to go home and drink all the beer before it melts.

No Creative Title

Another quiet couple of days... I really need to get back on my meds. I did manage a 3 mile walk with Dozer this afternoon, now we are pooped. It is worth it, however, as all of this eating nothing but potatoes-cereal-bread-pancakes-french toast-rice-spaghetti is having an effect on my midline.

I am sick unto death of "news" about the inauguration. Race apparently did matter in the election (which we all knew but no one would admit), since every.single.news.item for the last 2 weeks has been about the fact that it is a black person being inaugurated. I am so over it.