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Not going to Flux tonight. I WISH I were going. I dearly want to get dressed up and stomp around, but there's a breakfast order for 120 with a 7 AM call, and one for 62 with an ever-loving 6:30 AM call. I could do it if I pulled an all-nighter, and it's tempting, but then there's breakfast for 125 on Friday, I think, which means another early day, and I know how much I'll have to do AFTER breakfast tomorrow (at least two cookie doughs, probably four pans of bar cookies, and, so help me, I may have to do scone doughs and coffee cake batter AGAIN...) which means I can't just spend all of Thursday afternoon and evening sleeping.

And I already have a backache which I suspect is PMS. Grr.

AND I'm short on sleep already. Because yesterday was

melovechocolate's orientation. Which included a trial run of the bus journey home. Which meant to her dad's place in New Britain, because my house is walking distance. And the buses were supposed to leave at 7 PM. And it's normally a 20-minute ride, and the morning pickup is scheduled to suggest that they expect the trip to take 40 minutes, which is tolerable considering other stops and all... well, the bus got to New Britain at 9 PM. And I was supposed to meet my dad halfway to Maine to return

melovechocolate for the last couple of days of her vacation there. This was clearly not going to happen unless I pulled an all-nighter LAST night, which I was not prepared to do, as I had breakfasts for 50, 16, and VIP 6 this morning. I tried to convince my dad to just come to Hartford, crash on the flip-chairs in the newly clean study, and just leave in the morning, but he was not cooperating. The compromise meeting point was the park and ride at exit 69 all the way out by UConn. I didn't get home until something like 11 PM, and I was loaded with Stabby Rage, probably exacerbated by the lack of dinner (until I hit a drive-through on the way home) and the aforementioned PMS.

So, much as I want to stomp and dance and swirl, not happening this week.

Grr.