Almost done

One item -- and therefore a lot of other things -- escapes me. I don't know how I haven't stumbled across it yet.

Today and yesterday were my annual days of mourning. Sigh. But today's also my journal's 9th birthday, so that's good, I guess. Blecch.

I'm so fucking sleepy. This has been the worst NaBloPoMo ever (and probably why I hardly blog anymore to begin with).

At least it's warmer today.