Whine whine whine. Bitch bitch bitch.
We have a somewhat unexpected appointment for an appraisal tomorrow (the next step in our never-ending efforts to refinance the house), and so Shannon wanted to go out and do some work on the yard & outside of the house before the guy comes over to take photos and make his judgments. I ended up going out to "keep Shannon company," still wearing my pyjamas and with crazy crazy hair that hadn't been washed or brushed all day, but couldn't seem to keep myself from helping out. So I was wandering around out there, picking up stuff off the ground, kinda swirlingly delirious. I met our most recent neighbors for the first time while we were out there, and I can't imagine -- in retrospect -- what they thought of this woman outside in pyjamas in the middle of the afternoon, hair dirty and wild, wandering around and picking stuff up out of the dirt. I'm fairly certain I was lucid while talking to them, but one never knows.
Anyway, I'm hoping I feel better tomorrow. Right now I'm going to give that whole "sleep" thing another try.