Invaders need their sleep

The past few days have been less than stellar, but not without some good. Peculiare is visiting this week, and a group of us descended on Fugakyu for a splendid meal, before going to Ceremony to dance. I started off strong, but the cider mixed with dinner proceeded to derail me quickly. I passed most of the rest of the evening in a fog, then drifted home for sleep.

Work. Hell. Computers dying left and right. Rebuild. Rebuild. Rebuild. The attitude there is just this side of abysmal, but maybe that won't last for long. It's the little lies that get us through the day after all.

The rest of today was wasted. If I don't make some changes soon, I'm going to be really unhappy. I can feel soul rot setting in. Once upon a time I was a broken little thing. Today I'm much stronger, but cracks are showing up that could send the whole house down. I must persevere. I must make the changes. And I must go to sleep.
SLEEEEEEEEP!

One hour and forty five minutes late.

That's a new record for me I think.

I'm still amazingly tired.
Work continues to suck.
People continue to suck.
My journal has sunk to the lows of all the other sheep in America.

That is all.