Work. The horrors. Just for the record? If we don't get through the bloody "situational analysis" tomorrow, I. Will. Get. Violent. I've already spent far too many hours of my life on that shit, and can conceive of no tweaking that would make it even more polished. K., please, let us send the damned thing already!!!

On the plus side, I am going to be off for a gaming weekend in HH tomorrow, and will most likely have a young boy wake me by jumping onto my stomach, and two cats keep me from sleep the night before by doing the same. *g*

(Although N. hopefully is too old now for doing any jumping in the morning. And too heavy for my stomach anyway. Will he even be home; wasn't there some kind of holiday trip he was supposed to go on? Gah. Tired. Still need to figure out into which closet to shove Eotara so she won't get slept on by the cats, or else she will again scream bloody murder in the middle of the night. *eg*)