cyrano | What a difference a day makes (Reply)

Dramatic turn around from this morning. Yes, there's still a metric assload of stuff I need to do and no time to do it in. But after curling up on the couch and crying a little, I made some executive decisions, hauled a bunch of boxes down the stairs and out to the garage and then hauled all the bureau drawers down the stairs and out into the garage, and then hauled the bureau down the stairs and out into the garage. I shuffled and tidied things, until I realized my arms were mightily pissed off about the bureau hauling and refused to do any more work. Then I begged Cindy to loan me the cargo space of her car, and went to Le Target to buy two smaller plastic storage units to do the job of the big heavy wooden bureau. By five-thirty there was no evidence of the morning's cock up.
Then I retreated to my room and drew up permanent files for the cover art and liner notes for Git in Mah Belly and pushed and prodded at the Oakenfold cut and used a different software system until I got a CD copy of the Difficult Listening disc to burn *with the track on it*. Whatever the problem was earlier, it's either gone now or it's only a problem on the Roxio software. (Amy, Ellie and whoever got an old version, let me know if you want a new one too.)
So. I conquered the bureau, made PhotoShop my bitch, and pummeled the CD burner into submission. I feel much better. But I'm still exhausted.