The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I managed to wake up for long enough today to take care of the dog (the Pirate Cat is perfectly happy with me sleeping all day, as she seems to be doing much the same) and iron my skirt and bodice for tomorrow. I think I'm feeling better - it might be the drugs, but I suspect that the sleep has gone a long way towards making me actually not sick anymore.

Which is good, because I'll be serving beer in garb from 10AM tomorrow until god knows when, and it looks like it's just me, Kim, and Ali. *twitch*

I still don't think that food is something I really want anything to do with right now. I had some more of the french bread I picked up yesterday, but that's pretty much all I've eaten for two days. Probably not good, but I can't really bring myself to care. Too tired.

I'm missing out on a ceremony of some sort with Erik's uncles up in Prince William - Master whazzisface offered to take a look at me, but that would require me to drive the hour, hour and a half up there, and after the trouble I had driving yesterday - thanks, but no. I'll stay home and sleep. Lots. I think I napped for at least six hours this afternoon, yay. Pity I won't be able to do the same tomorrow...