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Someone turned the kitchen light on, which woke me up at the glorious hour of 5:02a. Then I got attitude from Megan when I asked if she was looking for something (she was). Now it's 7:20a. I'm still awake, though I'm hoping to fall back asleep soon. I'm tired. So very, very tired. I don't generally sleep well as a rule, but the past month or so has been very trying.

1. My/the living room TV died. I've been trying to use my laptop, but it's not the same thing, and it's affecting my sleep.

2. The recliner thingy I slept in could no longer be used. I'm (finally) using the one my sister bought me last summer, but I can't recline it, and my stool is a makeshift stack of blankets on a trunk. I can get up on my own now, but the back of this is a lot higher, and I can't scoot back as well.

3. I'm out of most of my meds that help with sleep and with my neuropathy pain. Matthew's insurance is all screwed up, and he hasn't been able to afford the copays for his scrips, so I've been covering him with my meds. Needless to say, this is not an optimal arrangement.

4. And we have fleas again. I have bites, some that have been scratched raw already (probably in my sleep; I try not to scratch when I'm awake). And it just makes me itchier, watching the cats scratch and bite.

I have no idea how to adequately convey how miserable I am, and there is no getting out of it for another four months. Donnie and Megan are annoying the crap out of me, hourly at times. Mostly Donnie. And my feelings on Madisyn fluctuate wildly, generally related to how she's treating Matthew and how crazy she's acting at any given moment.

Sorry, this was a bummer of a post. I'll try for less grumpy and more positive with the next one. *crosses fingers*

Flist, meet my newest, favoritest icon, courtesy of jessie_s_girl. Icon, meet the flist. I'm pretty sure they'll all love you. OMG HIS ABS. *swoons*

Oddly enough, I'm finding it very difficult to focus on writing. This could, possibly, be because I wrote something like 11000-12000 words over the course of the weekend. MY BRAIN IS TIRED. Jesus. But I'm so close. So.Friggin'.CLOSE.

I WAS going to take off Wednesday, or at least part of Wednesday, until my supervisors decided we're having a mandatory staff meeting at 2p. *headdesk* In the nearly two years I've worked there, this will make the...third? Fourth? Staff meeting we've had. Only one other of which was mandatory for all staff. And while they did say they would approve time off if it was absolutely necessary, I'm pretty sure "Sorry, I need to finish my Big Bang up and get it ready for posting" isn't going to fall under the heading of "absolutely necessary". Call me crazy, but.

Okay. I think I can squeeze in a good hour's worth of writing, if I put my heart and head into it. Wish me luck, y'all.

Pee Ess: I broke 40,000. O_O

Pee Ess Squared: Some day, I will actually have time to do things like respond to comments, clean my house, and cook dinner. Today? Not that day.