Apparently, cleaning out and reorganizing my icons is high on my list of things to do when I can't sleep.

I retired some I was bored with, and resurrected a bunch of old ones that were in storage. It made me happy. Happier than folding the laundry, which is the thing I was meant to be doing.

Of course, I'm meeting ashacat at the gym at 8 am tomorrow this morning. And I need to write a Storytellers Unplugged column and 3 pages of AtWS.

I guess I should, you know, pretend to lie down some.