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Feb. 5th, 2015 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOw. Owity ows. Work today, I swear. It's not even that I was hauling around multiple 20-30 pound boxes (although I was), it's that I spent most of the day running up and down the store and back and forth and up the elevator and back down again to get everything together, to make sure it was all as good as it could be to send out, and then to get all the paperwork in order. And now everything from my hips down is trying to kill me. My arms and back are fine, so at least some of that working out is doing good. But still ow.
On the plus side, we did have most of it, the store had a really good day on my end of things, and tomorrow I might have little enough to do except some mail type things and can sit the fuck down and let my legs heal?
I came home and flopped on the couch, too, after bringing in the food so the raccoons couldn't get at it. And I kind of feel a little bit guilty about how I didn't get anything done until very late, leaving all the writing and the Arabic of course for the last minute, which is how you can tell I still have the must-be-productive complex. And on the other hand, I don't feel that guilty. I put in a full fucking work day at work already, I am allowed to sit down and rest. And I'm even getting in some Arabic and writing. Almost done with the story that's become a slog. That can get finished tomorrow.
You can tell I'm tired, though, because I don't even want to work on the ones that just fly out of my fingertips. I just want to go to bed.
I picked up my book from the library today. Things are sort of looking up. I may get the curtains finished this weekend, we may end up doing gardening because it is inexplicably going to be in the 60s this weekend, no, I don't know either. Or thanks to me opening my big mouth I might get dragged to the NC room of the local library to dig up whatever they have on my house. Though really, I can accomplish easily two out of three of those in a weekend, maybe all three.
I'd say things are looking up, but I spent the entirety of last year getting punched in the face by life, so I'm just going to do my work and roll over and go to sleep and keep my head down.
On the plus side, we did have most of it, the store had a really good day on my end of things, and tomorrow I might have little enough to do except some mail type things and can sit the fuck down and let my legs heal?
I came home and flopped on the couch, too, after bringing in the food so the raccoons couldn't get at it. And I kind of feel a little bit guilty about how I didn't get anything done until very late, leaving all the writing and the Arabic of course for the last minute, which is how you can tell I still have the must-be-productive complex. And on the other hand, I don't feel that guilty. I put in a full fucking work day at work already, I am allowed to sit down and rest. And I'm even getting in some Arabic and writing. Almost done with the story that's become a slog. That can get finished tomorrow.
You can tell I'm tired, though, because I don't even want to work on the ones that just fly out of my fingertips. I just want to go to bed.
I picked up my book from the library today. Things are sort of looking up. I may get the curtains finished this weekend, we may end up doing gardening because it is inexplicably going to be in the 60s this weekend, no, I don't know either. Or thanks to me opening my big mouth I might get dragged to the NC room of the local library to dig up whatever they have on my house. Though really, I can accomplish easily two out of three of those in a weekend, maybe all three.
I'd say things are looking up, but I spent the entirety of last year getting punched in the face by life, so I'm just going to do my work and roll over and go to sleep and keep my head down.
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Date: 2015-02-06 05:36 am (UTC)All shall be well...