So tired, haven't slept a wink.

As soon as I pick Primera up from her play rehearsal and deal with the guy from the alarm place, I am taking a profound and well-deserved nap.

I was just thinking how relatively smoothly things went today, and then I remembered I'd taken anti-anxiety meds last night. Which always makes me think two things:

1. That shit does work well.
2. I must really need it if it makes that much of a difference.

I have lost 13 pounds, mostly from sweltering in un-air-conditioned splendor in that Sweat Lodge of a classroom, and maybe a little from stress and anxiety. It's the World's Worst Diet!!!!

And yet: I can now fit into clothing I hadn't worn in awhile, and stuff that I bought at the end of the summer is positively roomy on me!

At some point in my life, I'll write about the hissy fit I had with the school when Primera was put in ensemble in the school play. Right now, I don't have the energy. Suffice it to say that I haven't gotten that angry in awhile.