Even though it's 10:43 pm and I'm posting from work and I've almost cried like a starving/pissed-upon/spoiled-smelling baby nearly three times today, I'm okay. Not okay? Creative writing class started tonight and I wasn't able to log in and do what it do. Thank GOODNESS it's online. I'm as determined as Miss Jane Pittman at a White's Only water fountain to carve out the proper time for my real life's work tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'm shakin' my dang head at the fact that I've gone from paperless to a rapidly growing Ode to the TPS report. My cubicle is wrecked.