Only things saving this day:
The knowledge that:
a) I will get to see a baby in, um, half an hour. Baby!
b) I will PROBABLY get those copies of Shooting Star #6 for you guys today. I say probably because my editor has not confirmed. I'm supposed to meet him in an hour. He has not confirmed. This is driving me batshit crazy. Want to know how to drive me batshit crazy? Don't confirm stuff. Or be late. I do realize that some people just don't confirm stuff and that they do show up anyway. But I worry. I'm a worrier. I don't like having y'all's money and not having delivered product. Hell, I don't like it that I haven't bought that corset yet, and that was a birthday gift.
c) I will be fucked senseless in, um, probably 10 hours by the Best Dom Evar.
So b) is really a nervous-making thing - but if things go right, it'll be taking a load off my mind that's been there for a while. So. Batshit crazy for now, hopefully much relieved later.
Later today, I am packing my mythology and folklore books. I'm not nagging Adam to build a shelf for them anymore. Obviously. :) They will go in boxes. Moving moving moving. I. Am. Moving. If you pray, pray for this. Light a candle, throw in a word or some positive energy. Please. If you never do anything else for me. Do this.
Baby. Possible lunch. Hot sex, perhaps with the singletail and/or flogger.
Breathe in, breathe out. One hour til I'm the hell out of here.
EDIT: Yay. Panic attack mode.