Zombification remains: a midnight hypo alert (whether or not it was truly a hypo is unknown – I didn't feel the usual sweats and immobility simply a profound sense of annoyance and lamentation). Didn't help that I was then awakened by the time alarm in the middle of a dream about my former employ AKA the last time anyone thought I was worth employing. Stupor continues, throughin and throughout.

As per my usual biweekly formula, all consternation WRT the seemingly empty newsletter was for naught. Will be good to go for tomorrow.