Whine, whine, whine

Am in an utterly foul mood. Definitely orcish.

My house is . . . ugh. I won't embarrass myself by describing it. I feed my kids badly. Tried to help Delia with her homework tonight and became wild with impatience. Shouldn't she know that if she's in second grade? So I felt guilty that somehow we're screwing up her schooling, and I made her cry. Hundreds of e-mails in the in-box on HPEF stuff I need to wade through. And I just don't wanna. We're moving at my office and I don't wanna to go to the new location, away from the bookstores and the coffeeshops and the stores where I can run my errands. Still felt queasy today. Tried to exercise but gave up after ten minutes; it was too much after being so sick. Nothing is going on with the book. Imagination is dead. Nothing but bills in the mail. Well, and a few Christmas cards, which reminds me I need to send out my own. Haven't started Christmas shopping at all.

Graorroowwooorrooowww.