It's 5:47. I slept poorly last night; I think that Blake was in the bed because the Boy was crowded up against me. I'm anxious about my classes and I can hear the mice in the walls. This is why the original Snooze Button Sally is awake & typing at this unearthly hour.
I've had writer's block for the last few days. So much has been happening that I'm not processing it as anything more than bulleted lists, which are boring on a steady basis. I'd be better at storytelling if I had some space to think; Blake now shares my 9 o'clock bedtime and I've lost any time to myself in the evening. All that, plus a new semester and all of the paperwork implied by transition, plus a new schedule that keeps me around the office at the busiest times when the photocopier is most often in use...it's draining. My classes are rambunctious and we're starting the real stuff this week, so I'm looking forward to lots of conflict. That, and my weekends are packed. And it's damn cold.
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Don't make me send out the Blake. He doesn't listen to *anyone.*