Look at the time of this post, people. Look at the time!
2:23 is what my computer says right now. And that's a.m. I'm up courtesy of the lovely neighbours from HELL who don't care that I exist let alone would read this blog. I'm the bitchy woman next door with no life according to them.
They woke my eldest and myself up at 12:21. Every time since that I start to drift off, they wake me up again and I finally got fed up and came out here to check e-mail rather than lay in bed and stew about it.
I'm really not fit for company. I'm tired, I'm severely PMS'd...I'm emotional, and at the point where I'm emotional enough I'd like to cry and can't. It's been, as Anne says, A Jonah Day. I wouldn't mind looking forward to tomorrow being fresh with no mistakes in it except now it IS tomorrow and I've had approximately a half-hour's sleep.
My kitchen is in shambles and I'm behind on my word count for the WIP because my edits took longer than anticipated. I was looking forward to a quiet, nice day of work tomorrow and now I'm going to be totally BAGGED.
I have yet to learn how to be a hermit, but once I figure it out the world will be a quieter, more peaceful place I am sure. Normally if I chant "Two year plan, two year plan" it gives me some sort of optimism.
But tonight I'm restless, and it holds absolutely no comfort.
I am definitely not fit for company. Will come back when in better mood.