If I can finagle (sp) it, I intend to spend at least half an hour at Starbucks today. My writing fingers are itching, as it were. Today is no mere work day. If I could afford it, I would easily (and happily) leave and hole up at the apartment. I could get the chores done earlier, dye my hair, and then spend the rest of the day in blissful semi-solitude, churning out whatever my pen and brain decide. It's too bad that's not an option.

The new register for the store is finally up and running. Naturally, there are a few kinks in the system. Last night it was the credit card system; the stupid thing didn't work, and to top it off, our old system went on the fritz as well. I would have been out of the store by 10:45 last night if the new closing system on said register didn't spit out about a half mile of register tape. It listed EVERY transaction. Totally unnecessary. It took me five minutes or so just to roll the stupid thing up. But the kids actually worked, so that's something. It probably helped that we were slow.

Thanks again to Sally for doing my laundry and going to the store for me. I am currently wearing fresh and clean clothes and had breakfast this morning. Booyah.

If I can do it without going insane, I intend to be here until 6 this evening. I can throw some of this week's missed hours onto next week, but the less of that I have to do, the better. After work, I'll head out to Schaumburg to get my mislaid Animal Crossing game from Chris and Evie. Lowell has expressed his desire to stay home while I go on that leg of my trip, which on one hand is blah but on the other hand is good, as he will be DLing MARIO RPG FOR ME WHOO! This, too, is a double edged sword. I *must* get the following done tonight:

--dishes
--clean out litterboxes and replace litter
--garbage out
--laundry away
--dye hair

...but I will have MARIO RPG OMG sitting in my living room. The temptation will be great. I will have to learn restraint and resolve.

...;;

No. Restraint and resolve, woman!

Time to get orgainsed.

Before I forget AGAIN, September's song is "Say" by John Mayer. Something about that song tugs at my heartstrings.

As of right now, I'm pretty certain the cause of my insomnia stems from a lack of a feeling of safety and comfort. I was rather comfortable, despite a few complications, all through the fall and most of this past winter. And now, that comfort is gone, whatever its cause. It seems like such a stupid, obvious answer, and it is, but at least I've come to that realisation.

Another realisation I've come to is that getting rejected hurts just as much when it's in a dream as it does when it's not, even if you're getting rejected for something that you wouldn't necessarily want in real life.

Argh.

Back to the library for another round.

Physically, I feel more good than bad. I've got a bit of a stomach issue, but nothing that can't be handled. I did delivery today, which means that, although I do smell somewhat like cheese, I feel pretty upbeat. All those endorphins and all.

Emotionally, well...that's another story. If nothing else, I wish I wasn't so needy for things I cannot have.

But that's one of those things about life, isn't it. *shrugs*

I really should go work in the library at least a *little* bit, even though I'm essentially off today. I didn't get nearly as much done this week as I wanted to, though, so now's a good time to go pick up the slack.

Methinks this is a night to just go home, straighten up a little bit, maybe have a drink, and just relax. Those days are going to be few and far between for the next three weeks.

This insomnia thing? So not working. It needs to stop.

I suppose for it to stop, I need to know how it started. I can think of a number of reasons, but I don't know which is the right one. Sigh.

'twill be a long day, no matter which way you slice it. Here's hoping it's a good one.

I wish I was one of the fairies from Legend of Zelda. I'd specifically want to be one of the Windwaker fairies.

They're not as annoying as the fairies from the N64 games, for starters. Navi and Tatl seemed to like to drive one crazy with their "hey!"s and "listen!"s. Though I wouldn't mind being a little ball of light. That'd be kinda fun. It's hard to judge a ball of light by their height or weight or ethnicity or gender.

The Windwaker fairies, however, do have bodies. They look like cute little girls, with puff-ball pigtails and cute white dresses. They always smile. They always seem happy. They're always there to pop out of a bottle and give you a little uplift on life. I might leave behind the bottle part, but then again, I could decorate it all nice and stuff while I'm in there.

Fairies don't have to worry about money, or school, or work, or health (they dispense health, for Christ's sake), or bills, or responsibilities, or repair bills, or anything. They just have to be fairies. And they're always so happy.

I guess that's why they're not real. *shrugs*

The fall transition needs to pick up quick. Otherwise, these doldrums'll never end.

*wants to be a fairy*