Queen of Gah.

Two custom corsets now almost blanks. My home is a disaster, and will probably remain so until after FF. I am almost out of toilet paper, and I needed to get a box for my sister's birthday present-- but Neil has my car (it's a long story), so I'm SOL. And I had a complete meltdown on the phone this morning with my Dad when he called to tell me they're having a brunch tomorrow morning for my sister's and my birthdays. (Susan's is tomorrow-- okay, it's today, now, innit?-- and mine is Wednesday.) Holy crap. She'll be 45. Wow. Well, I'll still be younger. Nyah.

I took a short nap, then got back to work. I've been at it all day, pretty much, with a brief break to go say hi to my old neighbour Larry, who's come back for a visit. He's the guy who used to barbecue in the parking lot all the time. He also used to slip Clue sips of beer. This time? He let her nibble his cigar. Oh, joy. He's setting her up to be in one of those awful "Dogs Playing Poker" throw rug/wall hanging things. Yay.

It's early for me, but I only got four hours of sleep last night, which I think caused the bursting-into-tears meltdown this morning. So it's bedtime for me. If I play my cards right, and Neil brings the car back on time-- I may yet get my birthday brunch in the morning.