Urgle Futtz.

I just woke up out of a stupid dream that involved a screaming fight with someone. The kind of fight I've never actually been in in real life. Anyway its probably going to take me an hour or so to calm down and get back to sleep, although I'm sitting here absolutely dead tired.

This may mean I'm in no shape to go to the writing jam tomorrow afternoon. When it takes 2 hours to get somewhere on a Sunday I don't have a lot of margin for sleeping in when this sort of nonsense happens. Given the choice of being sleep deprived and writing for 3 hours downtown with a 2-hour commute each way, or getting an extra 2 hours sleep and working at home for 5 hours, the second one will win.

If I'm not at the writing jam, that'll be why. *sigh*

Oh well, if not this sunday then next I suppose.