Remember how I said my procrastination would bite me in the butt? It has.
My shrink appointment's tomorrow and I had not gone to the quack since my last one. And I need a mental health plan to continue seeing my shrink.
The thing I've been dragging my feet over is that I also need my blood checked for cholesterols. I have the kit, but I really don't want to find out the lengths I have to go to in order to go through with it.
I am a little whiny baby about this, and I know it.
My sleep issues still need addressing. It's like I got used to the Keto Life(tm) and everything that bugged me about being alive came back to haunt my arse.
I need to stop dragging my arse about this noise.
And I will start with the cover art for Beauties and the Beastly. TODAY.
I will get that thing up and on my compy and firkin FONTED. Even if it is a first draft that will need Beloved's input to polish.
What I am not going to do is the traditional ribbony crap for the 'Beauty' part. Just. No. That shit's been overdone to death. Calligraphy yes, ribbons no.
The good news is that I made the quack's appointment and I plan to cart along the test kit and confess everything. Anxiety is a firkin bitch, sometimes. And since this is possibly what I'm freaking out about, I expect to feel REAL tired by this afternoon.
Which means I need to arrange a lazy dinner. Just in case.