between the rock and the cold, cold sea

I should not be tired. I have, damnit, pretty much slept since Friday.

It strikes me as remarkably unfair.

Just once, I'd like everything to go swimmingly. I'd like not to get distracted, or tired, or make plausible excuses to myself. Right now, I'd like not to have a stupid headache.

This week is going to hurt. And it's my own damn fault.

Well, I'm a procrastinatory little shit, amn't I?

*sigh* If the worst comes to the worst, I think I can wangle an extension. But with luck, I won't have to do that.

Well, luck and discipline. If I can scare up something approaching discipline.