Dear Diary

I fucking called it. I now have Thursday on a field trip with Miss Chaos that is out of the usual routine, and Friday is the day I'm driving Mayhem around.

Fun.

I knew this kind of noise was going to happen. It just goes this way.

So yeah. I'm going to be wrecked by the end of the week. And tomorrow's story is going to be L-A-T-E. Time windows are SUCH fun.

I need to figure out a dinner. I suspect a three-ingredient challenge is going to happen. Or ham & eggs. Something easy and low-fuss.

After I'm done with today's story, I'm dragging myself up to the labs with the test so I can finally do the cholesterol test properly. And of course I'm freaking the hell out about it.

It's nowhere near the frightening beans I'm making it out to be but... try telling my anxiety that. It ain't listening.

But for now, it's time to get Chaos to school.

That's my 'meh' face. And will do as an "I'm too tired to think of anything clever".

Which is pretty much where I'm at, today.

Nothing happening. Nothing planned. A luxurious day of ficcing and snacking and napping and perhaps more Minecraft.

Story happening whenever I feel like it.

Cleaning day has moved to today. All well and good because Friday mornings are now spent ferrying Mayhem to his traineeship.

I'm slightly concerned because he has assignments from two angles now and he's sitting around and playing Factorio. He should be planning. Budgetting his time. But no. He's focussed on fun.

The more I get on his case, the less inclined he is going to be to firkin do the thing. I just have to gently remind him that all projects

There's things I need to do. Like... make a doctor's appointment for my continuing mental health. And brave up and actually read the instructions for that blood test I ordered half a year ago. And brave up to send my manuscript out to another agent or three.

I am a fucking coward.

I know I'm going to procrastinate myself into a corner some day... I just gotta make myself do these things.

And I would much rather listen to the entirety of

It's Melbourne Cup Day, and I shall likely not see my Beloved until later tomorrow. It's always a huge scramble at this time of year. And it's made worse by the fact that the site they routinely fix has decided that this morning is the perfect time to go on the fritz.

Hoo-fucking-ray.

I'm doing my usual nonsense, today. And probably cooking up a little something-something that won't take too much of my energies.

I'm sleeping better since I had a weekend