Bad day. Bad, bad day.

I was up until 7 this morning. Sometimes I hate my wonky internal clock. Hoping to get myself back on a normal sleep-wake cycle, I set my alarm for eleven. Slept through it until after noon, then woke up enough to turn it off and lay there in a daze until a little after one, when I finally dragged myself out of bed. So I basically started out cranky. I should've known better than to check my e-mail before having some coffee and getting in a better mood, but 5 hours of sleep apparently made me stupid. I got some negative feedback about what I've posted so far of 3.6, and instead of taking it in stride I defended my decisions. Then the beta-reader defended her feedback, I defended my story again, rinse, lather and repeat until feelings were hurt on both sides. I'm not sure yet what the moral of this story is.

So then I decided to step away from the computer and run to Sonic for a breakfast burrito (thank you, Sonic, for serving breakfast all day), to find that my mom cleaned my car. My little sister and her husband had a series of vehicular mishaps that led to them borrowing my mom's van to drive down to Padre Island, which means that my mom keeps needing to borrow my car. And even though it was pretty clean by my standards, she decided it needed to be cleaner before any of her friends got in it. Which means that without asking me she threw away a lot of stuff that I'd really rather she didn't. So I'm miffed about that.

Hayfever's acting up today too, so between that and the sleep deprivation I feel pretty crappy. I think I'm gonna go lay back down for a while. Hopefully when I get up again things will be better, and I'll be able to write. I'm thisclose to finishing Getaway, it's just a matter of sitting down and doing it.