Feeling rather ghastly today

Skip this entry, if you're not in the mood for my whinging.
Last night was awful -- I was up from 0.30 to 3 a.m., and am feeling accordingly. Tired, tired, tired.
My body is behaving in a pre-period way, with all the trimmings, including feeling bloated and down.
Why did I go to work? I could've (and probably should've) stayed home. Maybe I'll leave around noon and catch up on sleep.
In other news -- scratch that. I'm too bloody tired even to think of other news. Can't come up with a coherent review for the sshg prompt fic written to my prompt. It's lovely, though, and so I'll wait till coherency returns and review then.
Over and out.

Being spammy today, but it's not my fault. Honestly.

Official letter from Vienna arrived this morning -- the date October,1, is now fixed. (I'd have gone on a murderous rampage if they'd changed it)
Packing day is September, 18, i.e. drive to Vienna will take place on the 12th, and I'll go back to Skopje on the 17th. Fortunately there is an early flight on the 19th to Vienna -- they don't go every day -- so I booked that. Staying any longer than necessary in my creepily half-empty flat is not my idea of fun, even less so than catching the flight at 4.30 a.m. Besides I have Critters and a bed to come home to, and I can sleep as long and often as I want on the 19th.
Arrival of stuff and unpacking orgy on the 23rd seems realistic.
Now all that needs to happen is for me to actually get the subdepartment I applied for, and all will be well.

I'll get Lola's rabies certificate around July, 20 -- they aren't allowed to give it to me earlier, but could already tell me that it's perfect, yayy! -- then the Good Doctor will have to come and give all the Critters their shots. After which (most probably memorable) event I'll call my vet in Vienna and ask whether he can issue an EU passport for Lola. Knowing him I suppose he will, since she's got a clean bill of health.

The arrival of the letter at least brought me out of my zombie-like half-coma, so I could do some accounting. Exactly what you want to come out of a half-coma for...