Anyway, I am utterly exhausted today. I stayed up quite a bit later than I usually do, working on a project, trying to figure out how to do a thing. It turned out okay. Not great, but okay. I think I can do this thing. I just need to get it refined. Leather is not a cheap thing to practice on, so I'm kinda annoyed at myself for screwing up as much as I did. It's not all a loss, though. The project works and I can use it for my own stuff, so if nothing else, I've made myself a thing.
I had intended to write a huge long blog post examining why a show I'm watching right now works for me, despite all the things in it that would normally irritate the hell out of me, but considering I almost put my coffee grinds in my breakfast bowl instead of my French press this morning, I'm not really up for any real thinking. I'm not going to examine reasons for anything today,
Today, I'm just going to write my blog posts, edit that manuscript, do some exercise, and then do my second attempt at that project, and then sleep for a hundred years.
Right, I'm off.