Bad sleep last night, very confused dreams about Epilogue playing a joke on Design Alaska and Bill wanting a current door schedule, and trying to do a computer search on a plotter with a typewriter head.
Maybe I'm working too much...
I have over 100 messages in my inbox to respond to... ugh. And I really, really, need to write some rejections today, as I think it's actually mean of me to make these poor artists wonder and wonder and wonder. Double ugh. And my tummy is *still* not feeling good. More peppermint tea today.
