Too much going on

Slept in this morning. Didn't mean to -- actually woke up at half-eight, decided to give myself another half-hour, and the next thing I knew it was half-twelve. Whoops. Well, given the migraine (not gone, but somewhat better than yesterday) and the insomnia under which I have been labouring lately, I guess I needed the sleep.

Now what I really want/need is chocolate and girlie-chat. One really won't do without the other, to be honest, so I may as well not bother. Life got so much more complicated when I started with the whole meatspace-friends thing. Sometimes I wish I hadn't, if only because the very concept weirds me out so much. Sometimes I just want to shut the whole thing down and go back to being solitary. Not often, mind you -- but sometimes.

Work'll have got my resignation letter today. I actually told Kate it was coming when I spoke to her on the phone yesterday (tried to ring Violet but of course she wasn't in and her answerphone wasn't working). She sounded really upset that I was going, even though she obviously understood why.

So much I need to do in the next few months. Arrrrrgh.

*typitytype*

I'd forgotten how much of an eternal pain in the arse copy typing can be. On the other hand, I suppose I had to get it onto soft copy sometime, if only to fix some of the various issues with the story. Hell, it's been sitting in that sketchbook for five months. Knowing me, it'll take another five months to show it to anyone.

Must start writing again. Argh.