Anyway, here's a distraction: I finished it in 17 attempts.
Update: I actually wore yoga pants and a t-shirt to work on Thursday, that's how crappy I was feeling. Today I got lippy with the facilities management people who might actually maybe possibly fix the fucking floor in my lab that is literally coming apart underfoot. Tonight I'm by myself, shopping online to keep my brain occupied, while husband is out all weekend adventuring with pals. Wreckage, generally. With a MSTRKRFT soundtrack:
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