And well.

And WELL.

I am - as should be obvious by the fact that this post exists - not going down to the coast. Well, not this week, and not next week, anyway.

I have had my arse ROYALLY pulled out of the fire, as it were, and not by my mother... as it turns out, if I had gone down I would have been wasting my time. Gods. She scares me.

And makes me throw up, on the hour every hour, when I'm around her. Not of the good. *twitch* I am still trembling, just trying to imagine a week in her company. It's not working out so well as a visual, ya know?

But.

Dammit.

Holiday here.

And thus I am stuck waiting until tomorrow to be sure my arse is indeed out of that oh-so-unlovely fire, and until then I will be dancing on the edges of the coals, hoping.

Scary sort of moment, this.

Been here before.

Had it all fall apart.

And yet, I keep trying to trust... when did I start being an idiot, and why can't I stop, and SHOULD I stop?

Ehh.

We'll know by tomorrow.

Or sooner, if Caleb can do something online.

Which he might be able to do.

Hello. *grins*

I'm a tad hyper, and a LOT sleep-deprived due to the not-sleeping courtesy of stress last night, so likely soon after I post this, I'll be padding upstairs to my bed and getting some sleep. The sheets are off, in the wash, along with a load of laundry, so it'll be all odd and slick... but tolerable, and right now I could fall asleep on a pile of rocks if I had to. Well, if they were warm rocks anyway, it's damned cold here tonight.

I've downloaded WAAAAAAAYYY too much Cowboy Junkies and assorted trancemixes. WinMX, you are addictive. For shame.

Ehh.

Anyway, yeah, bed and stuff. Sleep.

Caleb, will you see if you can check balances via online, and email me?

Kadin, what time does your flight arrive next Monday? I need to figure out how to pick you up and get to the doctor, so I need to know times and such.

Err. Yeah. I think that's about all I have to say, so... g'night!

*poofs*