i'm building a body where our design has failed

I don't have brain to run around replying to comments, but thank you if you've replied to my last couple of posts. I appreciate it and I'll try to stop whining now.

I wasted my weekend again, but taxes are done, and I wrote something I didn't hate and cracked 10k for the year. I need to see if I can get the fic beta'd so I can put it up, but... Betas are hard. So we'll see.

And now I am starting night 1 of 7 straight nights on. This should be.... Something.

Since about 2 am Wednesday, I believe, I have slept 5 broken hours.

I am now on my way to work.

There's no way this can go bad, nope. I'm a genius.

Edit: and my hospital bill is arrived. Fuck. I wanted to do movies this week. Don't know if I can after I see it.

My night so far:
> Slept through my alarms, woke up at 7:15
> Got on the bus to parents at 7:45
> Started crying before I got off the bus
> Stopped crying for about twenty minutes, long enough to eat
> Started crying again, hard enough that my parents convinced me to call out, because I'm pretty sure I'd have just ended up sobbing through my shift if I didn't

So, yeah. Guess who's not working tonight after all?

I am at parents, stealing my mother's computer while she watches horror movies. I still kind of feel like crying and like I went through the wringer, but I calmed down some and watching Midnight Hour distracted me.

I still want to hit things over NaNo, I still feel like I'm mostly missing my holiday, but I don't think I'm going on another two-hour crying jag, so.