Bigass fucking headache.

I never get enough sleep.

I need to go home and change before the concert tonight. I couldn’t care less about the opening bands, so maybe I’ll take a long, semi-comatose-style nap before I go. Hell knows I need it: I look like crap, and my mirror-licking narcissism just can’t handle looking this shitty at a show.

Besides, I don’t want to show up wearing this stanky New York Dolls tee and the vinyl mariachi pants that I’ve been sweating in all day. Gross.

Hopefully I’m not coming down with something. I’ve got four doubles this week, the site update to finish (*gurgle*) and twenty-something orders to fill.

.:-grr-:.

As an almost-positive side note, it seems my email is as close to normal as it’s been in months. It’s only taking 12 hours for something to come down to me (as far as I can tell) and the majority of my outgoing mail is… going out (I think).

Now I just have to find the energy and patience to resend everything that’s been lost in transit these past few weeks. I think I need to take a day off of work just to take care of this.