Fire bad - tree pretty

I am so fried. I can't think. I couldn't organize my way out of a soggy paper bag at the moment.

Tomorrow is my last day of carpet selling, I'll either be hyper-cheerful, hyper-panic-stricken or collapsed in an exhausted heap or perhaps most likely a combination of all three. Needless to say if I don't screw up monumentally tomorrow it'll be a miracle.

Since I'll be at Aikido tomorrow night and I'll be off to Leeds bright and early Friday morning I need to at least sort out the stuff for the Con tonight - ha! Serenity just arrived this morning and the temptation to put it on and veg is soooo strong. So what am I doing? Reading House fic and writing this. What should I be doing? Hunting my clothes, making sure the right ones are through the wash, working out which bag I'm taking and how I'm going to fit everything in - oh and possibly scribbling more fic, or typing it up since sidhe_woman has kindly agreed to be a sounding board for me.

I can't even look forward to it yet, I probably won't until sometime Friday afternoon when everyone meets up at which point I'll probably be some weird combination of exhausted/relieved/stressed so I make no guarantees of behaviour - I'll either be insane or... well probably insane, whether in a good way or a bad I really couldn't say. We'll see...