not the best of days

Felt a bit off-colour at work today, and apparently looked it too, if my coworker's comments about "you look awful, totally washed out, do you want to go home sick?" were any judge. Did not, however, feel really ill enough to go home. (Sod it.) So did a day's work. Then came home and collapsed into bed for a few hours.

Which is why I am up late, having thrown off my sleep-wake pattern. Silly me.

Incredibly nervous about my stall at the "Harvest Craft Fair" thing tomorrow. At least it's just out in the courtyard under my window, behind the local pub that's hosting it, so I don't have to carry my things far. Fingers crossed that the weather is decent. And that people actually buy something.

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It lives!

Of course, half the field won't understand your work, but those few that can appreciate your true genius are even now coming to you with questions and secrets. It appears that you have showed them all. Furthermore, it seems very unlikely that they will laugh at you again.

-- Echo Bazaar