Still Knuckling Down

I'm still knuckling down, trying to finish a piece of writing I need to do - before I start a whole new (and vastly more fun) project.

I'm S T R E S S E D  O U T , my guts are giving me problems (probably because of the stress), and one of my best friends is worried about her sick cat.  (I'm a sucker for a sad cat/child/disadvantaged person stories!)

I think, feel, and care way too much for my own good.

Thank god for booze, art, Lorazepam, hot men, and ---

small cute children who ran around the market today in similarly bright and flashing shoes as mine!