I didn't yog last night - too busy painting my arts and crafts..

I ran a bit late for work, and when I got here there was.. an issue.. that I should have known/fixed/didn't cause running for a few days. One of those - suck your bits into your belly, bowels clutching in fear/paranoia/self loathing sort of things.

So far it seems to have been okay.. blown over and what not... but fuck.. fuck.. fuckity fuck.

I knew the end of last week was too good, but I tamped down that pessimistic gremlin that says "shit is going too well, you fucked something up! Go check everything that is anything it could be!".

*grumble*
*grumble*
**mumble**
*grumble*