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Not much updating recently, due to a combination of work hysteria, brain explosion, and a severe case of the oh-fuck-its. Having finally gotten an uninterrupted night's sleep (N.B.: I grow to believe that a shorter night may be preferable to a night longer in aggregate but with interruptions), I'm with-it enough to be disgusted with the hand that has been permanently stapled to my forehead for the past couple of weeks. Message to self: Life sucks, get a helmet.

Like probably everyone else, my whiny I-can't-cope phases are accompanied by an increase in couch potatohood: not careful about eating, accomplish nothing useful, lame out of aikido, etc. This has had the predictable result. Therefore, this weekend's goal (since the weather has fucked my plan of going to the botanic gardens): acquire elliptical trainer, make house rule that no one plays CoH until they've spent a half-hour that day on The Machine.

The juggling-too-many-balls problem of earlier in the year is still around and is quite real, and that's having its ripple effects too. This is difficult to attack since it requires me taking time to sit down and work out better time management, and if you don't have the time in the first place...yeah. Do it in small chunks, I guess, though I really REALLY hate being interrupt-driven, as I keep losing my trains of thought. But, things have to calm down eventually, right? (HAW HAW HAW.)