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Dec. 26th, 2013 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo, I was dragged to the doctor's office. The nurses/assistants clucked about cat scratch fever. The doctor asked me about half the questions, I filled in the other half of the answers which he confirmed later with a "And it sounds like you've been keeping an eye out for the other symptoms, and they haven't appeared." He poked and prodded my hand and pronounced me Not Infected and Probably Not Rabid But Keep An Eye On The Cat Just In Case. And don't go trying to pick up any more ferals.
Then I went and did the I told you so dance at the boyfriend and made him buy me lunch.
Got down to the middle of page 24 today before I ended up stopping, though it was slow enough that I probably could have kept going. Still, tomorrow I really need to do something about the atrocious state of the paperwork on my desk. Today I'm recovering from, in a weird way, having spent too much of yesterday asleep. And the resultant sleepy feeling of not quite headache but almost. I actually intended to get some writing done today at work, but that really didn't happen. At this point I'm just hoping to get through the rest of today so I can go home, clean out my fridge and pick up in my kitchen a bit and get started on the secular new year right. Then finish this fucking writing.
I don't feel terribly bad about it. No one's been good about deadlines on this project and at most it'll only be a couple weeks late as opposed to, oh. Months? I'm pretty sure months. I'm pretty sure I was meant to be working on this in summer. Something like that. At any rate, kitchen, cleaning, cooking, then sitting down and writing, then my reward for finishing my writing will be cleaning up the bedroom upstairs, putting away all my new makeup and shit, and getting a section of wall ready for my ballet barre which is incoming. Which will make it easier for me to do certain exercises, thank god.
Yes, I have once again hit that stage where I must clean all the things in preparation for having my handful of new things otherwise I do not deserve nice shiny new things. Do not ask me where the fuck this comes from because I do not know.
But, yes. And I checked in with my girls, so all is well there, or at least organized in my head. I have half an idea of what I'm doing over the course of the next year. Whether or not it actually gets achieved is something else entirely. This year, well. This year brought a lot of new friends, strange surprises, on the whole good unexpected things but also some bad ones. Be interesting to see what the coming year brings.
Then I went and did the I told you so dance at the boyfriend and made him buy me lunch.
Got down to the middle of page 24 today before I ended up stopping, though it was slow enough that I probably could have kept going. Still, tomorrow I really need to do something about the atrocious state of the paperwork on my desk. Today I'm recovering from, in a weird way, having spent too much of yesterday asleep. And the resultant sleepy feeling of not quite headache but almost. I actually intended to get some writing done today at work, but that really didn't happen. At this point I'm just hoping to get through the rest of today so I can go home, clean out my fridge and pick up in my kitchen a bit and get started on the secular new year right. Then finish this fucking writing.
I don't feel terribly bad about it. No one's been good about deadlines on this project and at most it'll only be a couple weeks late as opposed to, oh. Months? I'm pretty sure months. I'm pretty sure I was meant to be working on this in summer. Something like that. At any rate, kitchen, cleaning, cooking, then sitting down and writing, then my reward for finishing my writing will be cleaning up the bedroom upstairs, putting away all my new makeup and shit, and getting a section of wall ready for my ballet barre which is incoming. Which will make it easier for me to do certain exercises, thank god.
Yes, I have once again hit that stage where I must clean all the things in preparation for having my handful of new things otherwise I do not deserve nice shiny new things. Do not ask me where the fuck this comes from because I do not know.
But, yes. And I checked in with my girls, so all is well there, or at least organized in my head. I have half an idea of what I'm doing over the course of the next year. Whether or not it actually gets achieved is something else entirely. This year, well. This year brought a lot of new friends, strange surprises, on the whole good unexpected things but also some bad ones. Be interesting to see what the coming year brings.