This infernal cold has almost run its course, thank the maker. Still, it's a small wonder that I made it to work today. My body is beyond exhausted-- I'm certain that it's stress-related. I keep waking up every hour during the night, and by 4am, I'm wide awake. My body is running on its bare minimum. I wouldn't have come to work today but for the fact that I really need the overtime money for the upcoming move. $100 isn't much, but it's something. It's the difference between ramen and actual food for a week. I'm planning that far in advance, yes, especially as I plan to put in my notice at the end of next week. I need to sit down and ink out a budget once I settle on a place.

I should probably sort out my BPAL collection, too. I can stand to part with probably about a third of it. Mostly LE decants that I've just kept around, but don't wear overmuch. I could also split up bottles of things I don't wear very often. I could probably sell off about about $100 worth. Keep your eyes peeled for a sale.

As a side note, thank you if you've sent me an email in the past week. Saff, Jeff, Bill, Matthew, Chip. It's been appreciated. Hopefully I'll have the time to write you guys letters soon. Thanks, Skyler, for really good lemon-pepper ravioli, chianti, and good conversation. Thanks, Ariel, for calling. Thanks, Anna, for asking around. Thanks, Mike, for being there for me, too. Thanks pretty much everyone else on the planet for offering me a couch or making me laugh. One day, this will be funny. I'm just not there yet.

I'm going to curl up with a book tonight after a good hot shower. Laundry can wait. I need to take care of myself tonight before I completely melt down. I'm going to cuddle myself and be okay.