I'm exhausted

Mostly my blood sugar is way off. I didn't get to eat until after 3 pm (I forgot I had to put in midterm grades so I got way behind) and then I pounded a lot of sugar.

Halfway through this short shopping trip and laundry I realized OMG I only have one more day before I have to drive to the steampunk symposium. I am NOT prepared for this. I have a test to grade tomorrow. I'm nowhere done editing the sapphic horror that's due in a few days and I barely have my closet play ready. I haven't cleared off space on my camera/phone (Both of them) for pictures as they're both near to full.


In Rocket being a little jerk news, this morning he came in with a tail full of burrs (thanks dude) and then tonight he cried to get me off the couch to let him out. BUT as soon as I set aside the computer he darted around the table and into my lap. I.e. that's all he wanted. for me to hold him.


And last night late, I posted my TWO HUNDREDTH Prodigal Son story right here. Whispers to a Saint, Gil point of view