I am so very whiney tired worn out.
But on the up side -- I've got friends, my tiredness is earned, and things will work out.
Actually, nothing's cooking at my personal house. I hold the opinion that it is my beloved's duty on weekends. He, um, has been distracted. But (she says righteously) not as distracted as me, because of teh deadline thing, and how I'm actually almost working right now. Maybe it will be pizza night, or something.
Let the fine whines begin...