i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me.

i somehow managed to dismantle my alarm clock while still asleep this morning and so woke up at 9am in a panic, since M_'s preschool begins at 9am and holy fuck do i need M_ to go to preschool today. picture in your mind me then springing to life and frantically whirling around the house tasmanian devil style, whipping things into shapes necessary to our departure, destination: almighty, life-giving two-and-a-half-hour preschool. M_ hardly knew what had hit her, and she was out the door before she could ask.

this beginning doesn't bode well. and have i yet mentioned that my sinuses feel as though sinister elves visited me in the night, packing my head full of concrete?

on the brightside, this was one of the first things i read this morning. thanks, merlin.

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[Amy]

Now that I've been listening to your mix for a little while, I've learned the words to songs I didn't know before, especially the Mountain Goats. I've been singing that damned line of your title to this post non-stop and it is making me insane. I do appreciate having been introduced to the Mountain Goats anyway.

I hope your day has gotten better. Frantic mornings always suck.