Finally done with my final order, the very torturous, terrible, terrifying, tedious, tumultuous, testing, taxing, time-consuming, tumor-inducing, tendon-straining, tension-creating order. I survived. Now it just needs to get there!!!

Now I've been "folded up." I've literally been curled up in bed with an awesome comforter and awesome pillows, no TV on, reading the New York Times Almanac or Time magazine or whatever book. Literally. Then I get tired and go to sleep. Or get up to binge on crackers. Like, "I'm not ready for this sort of thing" (Anna Begins, Counting Crows). Want to be folded up, in denial, away, alone, etc.