Owwwwie.

My brain feels kinda mushy. I think that's a sure sign that there's no way in hell that I'm going to get work done. My vision is getting the teensiest bit spotty, which usually means a migraine's comin' on. Aleeve, here I come. I'm gonna have to sleep this one off.

Also, I had some thoughts about my family's reaction to the war versus mine, and some stuff they said that really upset me, but it doesn't look like it's gonna happen tonight. I have a feeling it might become a whole rant of the 'my mother is a plebian sheep' variety. *sigh*

But- bed. Early. Even though it's midnight.

Will write tomorrow.