Status report.

I got maybe four or five hours of sleep last night and didn't even have a plane to catch for my troubles. The menses were just too much for me this month. I left the gallery about an hour and a half early because I realized I'd hit my limit for the day when I started staring off into space, and I had to go back to the Y to pick up a package that didn't get the notice I'd already changed my address. I've got more than enough worry over not doing much of anything for my regular job work aside from opening up the documents and staring at them for a while and general guilt over not doing much else but change the headers to reflect my new address that I can't do much for it tonight.

The good news about today is that there was cake at work, a strawberry buttercream leftover from a birthday, and I got a fantastic and delicious package from England, and if I do it right tomorrow afternoon I can take a walk and do some cover letter work as well. I just have to remember to get myself into bed earlier than usual.