I resemble that kitteh.
My brain resembles that kitteh.
Back on an ulcer cocktail. My stomach really started to hurt when I was waiting for my blood to be drawn.
I think it was triggered over the fact that somewhere, over the last several computers, I’ve lost about 5,000 entries in my genealogical files. Luckily, it’s all on paper. Unluckily, I have to transcribe it again. I also can’t find the first 15 pages of my aunt’s journal or more than the draft of Igor’s personal history.
So my work is cut out for me. I am also missing a thumb drive, and I’m sure that’s where most of the stuff is.
Oh me oh my.
And on top of everything else, the “Check Engine” light came on in the truck while I was at a stop light. I think I want to go cry. I just can’t deal with this any more.