*glare*

Apparently it takes about 3 weeks for the strong steroid build up in your system that comes from daily overdosing of Albuterol to start to leave. Today I woke up with the wonderful detox effects of it. Shaking, crankiness, aching, the need for "something".

Yeah.

Luckily my officemate took today off to study for his MBA midterms and the boss is out of the office until at least this afternoon. The ad guy is in but he's in the office across the hall from me and was told that I don't feel well and just basically want to be left alone today. Though right now I want nothing more than to go home, put on baggy comfy clothes and ignore the world. If I continue to be all shaky and dizzy I might see about heading home early. We shall see.

Wednesday - I hate you.

happiness is

realizing that you really need pants for war and go excavating in the attic for suitable fabric and realize that the stuff you are pulling out of a tote is not uncut fabric but mostly sewing pairs of pants. Most of what I found just needs a waistband of some kind and a finish at the hems.

Also found two tunic dresses that were cut out. SCORE!

I think I have finished cutting out everything. While I would like another great coat, I will cope.

Projects are now staged in piles on the dining room table by article of clothing (Pants pile, dress pile, shirt pile, etc).

This way now all I have to do is take a pile and start sewing. This will commence tomorrow.

So while I'm miffed that I can't find much of my garb from last year, that's ok. Between what I have found and what it slated to be made, I won't go nekkid. And this relieves a great deal for me.

Though, to be honest, I really hope it is not a HOT war. I can deal with warm, hot even, just not HOT. If it is HOT, I might not be as proper as I should be, but oh well.