Feeling all prickly, fussy, nasty, and anxious. Little things are making me jumpy. I'm having a mid-week crisis. Plus, the long twilight is very spooky if you're not careful.
Nobody likes a hag or a nag or a weed.
I don't even want to be in the same skin with myself. But at least I've gotten re-started instead of fussing about it. Maybe it will all hold together this time. This time I'm working with small files, linked together. I won't be able to do the fancy cross-referencing unless I buy a more advanced version of Adobe Acrobat than the one that comes bundled with my very expensive PageMaker program, which I'm refusing to do at the moment, on principle.