I'm so tired.

I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired
My mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up
And fix myself a drink
No no no....

I want my teinedreugan to come home.

I want the people to sell us their house.

I want a vacation.

100% of my cope is going into wrangling the KJ and getting the Traveler's Guide to the Duat polished up for publication (including getting the art done). I have fleeting moments of wanting to be or do something else, and then something happens to shipwreck them. Which mostly makes me want to just crawl into a little hole and shut everything else out for a while, since nothing is capable of going right.

At least this last week I've been sleeping a little better, probably due to getting a couple of medicinal stabbings from artan_eter. The previous two weeks I didn't sleep at all. I appear to be good for about as many hours of baby-care as I got sleep the previous night before I snap. This is not a good situation.

I am occasionally prone to mild understatement.

You say
I'm putting you on
But it's no joke
It's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep
I can't stop my brain
You know with three weeks
I'm going insane
I'd give you everything I got
For a little peace of mind

Also

I wish the bitling were a little more specific about her requests than "Pwees dat."