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The Gmail app on my tablet keeps going crash every time I try to access one of my linked Gmail accounts. I can get to the realname one just fine, but the fannish one, or All Inboxes? Hello home screen.

The SD card in my phone crashed altogether. I'm hoping to be able to rescue the photos, at least, but meanwhile I got a new SD card and...can't install any apps to it, because this goddamn phone insists that there be space in internal storage for any app being installed or updated even though default install point is the SD card. Can't hardly update the apps that survived the crash on account of being on internal storage, either; same reason. My best and thus far only guess on what's occupying so much space (other than Android itself) is my text and multimedia messages, since I didn't lose that history when the SD card crashed and I have lost it before when having to factory-reset the phone. (Which I prefer to avoid, though I might end up doing that anyway.)

If I were a trifle more awake I'd try to figure out how to back up my messages and also try to reinstall Gmail on my tablet? I wanted to be asleep over an hour ago but I'm vibratey.

brain, why

things I am tempted to do:

* find instructions for an embroidery sampler (a la ye olden days—for some reason I'm specifically picturing American Girl's Felicity) and get cracking
* frog everything I knitted for the wedding present for my uncles (who, uh, have been married a few years by now) and crochet similar things instead (this'll probably take six hours altogether)
* track down my drop spindle and make with the spinning
* get up go weave on the purple wool bag

things I am not tempted to do:
* work on the bridal shower present for my sister (who, uh, has been married a couple years by now)
* work on the wedding afghan for my sister and brother-in-law (who, uh, same sister)
* work on the dollhouse afghan commission
* work on the ebook conversion
* work on Stagecraft
* work on...literally any project already in progress, actually, bar the purple wool woven bag that the loom is way out in the living room and I'm already in bed

relevant facts:
* it's four forty-five in the goddamn morning
* nope, still not sleepy