I forgot to update and say that I'm fine.  First I had a scorching depressive episode, though.  I really think my hormones may be out of whack.  Wonder if I should go on the pill, or what?  I guess it's time to go to the gyno, although I'd rather just shove bamboo under my fingernails.

I'm working on an essay right now (for a given value of "working") and Stick the cat is perched on my shoulder like a bony, neurotic parrot.  Occasionally he sticks his freezing, wet nose in my ear, which is shivery and oddly endearing.  He's purring and sounds like a lawnmower, this close.

Does anyone else get oddly cheerful in the face of tremendous overwork?  Sometimes I think I'm at my best on the edge of catastrophe.  There's a weird calm there: all you can do is focus on the next thing, then the next thing, then the next thing.