kittydesade | (no subject)

Beantworten Sie die folgenden Fragen erst selbst und vergleichen Sie Ihre Antworten dann mit den Antworten von zwei anderen Kursteilnehmerinnen/Kursteilnehmern.

1. Was würdest du heute Abend gern machen? Ich würde heute Abend gern schlafen. Oder ich würde heute Abend gern ein Milky Way essen, Milche trinken, und TV sehen.
2. Was würdest du am Freitagabend am liebsten machen? SCHLAFEN. Ich würde auch am Freitagabend Grimm und Haven sehen.
3. Was würdest du im Sommer gern machen? Ich würde im Garten arbeiten und gehen wandern.
4. Was würest du nach dem Studium gern machen? ... Uh.
5. Von whem würdest du am liebsten einen oh never mind, now we're into stuff that doesn't apply.

Goddammit, self. I'm getting sick of your self-pity. This is not the end of the world, it does not mean no one cares about you, it's not even an onset of depression. It's exhaustion and PMS, combined with possibly fighting off that flu you're living with. Deep breath, stop whining about your whining not getting you anything, and take care of yourself. One thing at a time.

(Notice how I'm avoiding the hell out of pull yourself up by your bootstraps. No, I'm not going to fall into that trap. Fuck the bootstraps, I do have reason to feel like crap, I'm tired and I'm having the usual mild mood downswing right before and I'm fighting off a doomflu, and any of the three of those would take spoons. Which means the useful thing here is not to fuck around with bootstraps, it's to get the work done one bit at a time so nothing makes a mess, and then curl up with hot something and knitting and maybe non-thinky entertainment. Like the Bourne movies. Or anything with Jeremy Renner and his ass.)

(Also, wow, self, you're bitchy today. Stop that. Comments like that do nothing to improve anything.)

(Even if they're true.)

Paperwork in process for the draw thingie, sighing at the hoops we have to jump through, but oh well. Got to take care of an issue with a supplier all by myself today, too! 'cause Witch Queen would normally deal with it, but she's still up on the mountain because they actually got snow from Sandy, and a tree down over the road because of it. We got drizzle and wind and cold and otherwise fall weather. Not even Sandy loves me, woe, sadness, lock myself in my garret and drape myself over a bed or something.

Actually, while under other circumstances I wouldn't mind a little snow... not right now. It is time to break out the arm warmers, I've got two I'm knitting, one in blue-teal-turquoiseish and shades of warm yellow stripes because I'm a dork and I had some giant fluffy yarn, and one in a really nice pattern that I found on Ravelry and using a shades of purple yarn because I am a giant Hawkass fangirl. And I have a no-sleeve black top and shut up I have a life I promise. I swear. Somewhere around here. And until then I have a couple other nice chenille arm warmers and things to keep me warm, but these will be full sleeves. So there, winter. Or something. Fuck I'm cold. And if I'm getting sick I'm going to kill someone. Possibly the boyfiend, since it'd be his fault.