Despite the Userpic. . .

[qos]

I am not actually drunk.

I would rather like to be, however.

No particular reason save that I'm home alone, and it's dark and cold and I've been listening to music that's disturbing me all kinds of different ways for the past two+ hours.

Unfortunately -- or fortunately -- I gave the last of my vodka to Tiwaz on Tuesday night and the liquor stores are all downhill and several miles beyond.

The storm isn't scheduled to hit until tomorrow, my Wolfling is secure with her dad, and my refugee houseguest is safely home. The work week is over, my boss is pleased with me, and I got a $25 gift card and a thank you note in the mail because the managers in my group think highly of my "curiosity" and my ability to ask great questions. All of which is good, but still I'm thinking that there's no rest in sight. I'm stressed about the storm to come, of Christmas shopping left undone. None of my Christmas cards are even started. Again. And I still have lots of calls to score to get good data.

I've been out of sorts most of this week, and the last couple of days have done nothing to help that.

I need a Cntrl-Alt-Reset button, please.



And just now I'm remembering my quote from transfiguration about finding moments of bliss. . . *sigh

Time to curl up in my blankets with some authentic self-nurturing something.

I would like to be able to snuggle my Wolfling.

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Comments

[featheredfrog.livejournal.com]

Sending you an e-squeeze. We got somewhere between 6 and 8 inches today. It was 60F Monday/Tuesday.

[rebeccax.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. I had my own lil' pub crawl through downtown mpls on the way home from work. You can call me Apple-tini from now on.

Bathtubs=Bliss

[unicorndelamer.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I hope you find your bliss. I found mine in a bubble bath. I should be off work by 3 and home by 4 tomorrow. If you need an ear, you're welcome to give me a call.