Trying to get on track and not succeeding very well
I have written perhaps five words on the story. I can't come up with anything for the Anniversary (besides the awesomeness that is the t-shirt--so far, one other person besides me has bought one, so our awesomeness will be relatively solitary). I had chiropractic this morning and it opened up something; I've felt like crying ever since. Right now I just want to sleep and I know I won't. Especially because we have company and dinner needs to go in the oven and BSG is on in two hours (we watch the Eastern feed, because really, why wait until 10 for the non-HD version when you can have HD at 7?).
The better news is that I found my copy of "A Guide to the Manners, Etiquette and Deportment of the Most Refined Society," by John H. Young, A.M., circa 1883. It is a treasure trove of hilarity and inspiration, and yet there is something in me that longs for a world where you ACTUALLY HAVE A MANUAL. That must have been wonderful in a horrible, constricting way. Don't know what the proper response is to a situation? RTFM, baby. Here, we wing it.
Also good news: A came over with a big stack of Georgette Heyers, which always puts me in a good mood. Anyway. meh.