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I have no brains left anymore, work ate them.

Am also just wound up so tight while I wait for the call from my mom about my grandfather.  I'm not going to be of any use forming complete sentences, so I'm going to spend much of this evening killing monsters or reading with the cat (once I find the cat, where the hell'd she go? ...wait, never mind, she's under the comforter, again.  If I reach in to pet her, there's a 50/50 chance she'll chomp on fingers.).  I'm tackling emails/logs/plots/whatever else is needed tomorrow (oh god, I think I need gin.  Gin is good tonight.)

I'm so tempted to order dinner in...