Oh Shit

With all this gallivanting about and burning the candle at both ends and keeping way too freaking busy to breathe, I've missed the cutoff date for the twice-yearly order of lab blocks. I'm hoping that despite the fact that I missed the cutoff the order hasn't been sent in yet, but if it has then I've got six months of hand-mixing my food-- that's a lot of $$$ and time, and not as certain nutrition as I'd like.

I am so upset at myself. I've been relying on my breeding partner a ton for stuff like this, including for reminders, and she's been rock-solid reliable-- you'd think I'd be able to pick up the slack the one time she doesn't remind me day-of.

In other less-than-shiny news, I lost both Princess and Mikaela last night. Both of them.

Sure, I can be happy and all, but I can't let it get in the way of the nitty-gritty making-it-go bits, and this last few weeks I have been.

Grrr.

Okay, if I catch a couple of hours sleep it will help with this, then we're leaving.

Self-Talk

Come on, Greenie. 24 hours and you can crash and burn as deep as you need to. Just hold it together till then. You are loved. Things will be alright. Twenty-four hours. If you bug him hard enough Angus will lend you some snuggles before he returns to his script, you can sleep a bit, tomorrow you can listen to biology lectures and aphex twin and Jack Johnson and write & sleep in the car, you can stand on the front of the ferry in the wind and wash yourself clean, just hold it together till then. There's nothing happening to you right now that won't be fine in a month; holding it together for one more day in the face of that is easy, right? The veil is parting, but if you keep blades away from it, it won't tear quite yet.

Get another hour of sleep. Get two. Get three.

There's nothing that needs to be done that you can do when you're like this anyhow.

Rest.