Rules, Part I

I'm getting worse. Which is to say, I'm starting to head back in the wrong direction physically/emotionally.

Some new rules:

I can only handle one crisis a day. If possible, arrange your crises in advance, so I can prepare. From now on, all drama help will cost a salutary five cents. Save your nickels.

Among those who are willing, I'm going to disseminate my schedule, and I need help keeping to it.

I'm going to be a bitch. Accept an a priori apology, and try to wait until I'm sane again to ask for an a posteriori one.

I need someone (Greg or Andrew, preferably) to take a box of things from me and only let me have them when I ask.

These rules subject to revision and expansion as events warrant.

Also: I need a fiction outlet, so I'm reviving the nascent ludi_literarum for that purpose. If you want to read it, now would be the time to friend it.