It's been a funny old week. Lots of stress at work, and (probably in part as a result) have not been sleeping well.
And I have been feeling very sorry for myself over the weekend. Sometime I wish I believed in Creationsim - it'd be nice to have someone to blame for the joys of female biology, sometimes, and one cannot really get a proper rage up against evolution. . .
Still, at least I have something to look forward to - Thursday will see me off to Dublin for Octocon and, even more importantly, seeing the Fabulous Lorraine, and Nathalie and Louisa and Hellie. And hopefully to meet others, too.
If I can just get through the next three days.