The chances of getting lucky tonight

By which, I am deeply regretful to say, I mean that I might actually get some sleep. I've reached levels of tired I didn't know I had. No one is allowed to have crises tonight (and that includes whinging from my reproductive system).

I have two evenings and a morning to finish this G-D flag I promised to make for our camp (Volunteerism! strikes again), pick up what sundries I lack, burn some CDs and MDs, do laundry, pack, possibly go to the store and definitely make food to support the menfolk while I'm away. See: year-ago post about my chronic ability to do anything in advance.

Now is the time to stop nattering on TEH INTARWEB and bloody well go to bed.