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Jan. 25th, 2016 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI have no idea why I woke up at 3ish last night and was up for an hour or so, but I would like that sleep back. I was good, even! I went to bed on time, I didn't sit up reading until too late, and apparently for my pains I get to wake up for an hour randomly in the middle of the night. The fuck is this shit.
I did finally give up on the immunology course, mostly because the lecturer is a sweet person but very scattered, and because it's way too technical for me to absorb in the required time for the quizzes and to get graded without someone who's very, for lack of a better term, clean and efficient about the lecturing. I'll catch up with studies later, and in the meantime I have Jazz Appreciation and How To Neal Caffrey to study. And Drawspace and guitar and everything else. It's not like I don't have enough to do.
I went through my gdrive and went a ways back to look up White Lightning stuff and ended up finding a shitton of other stories half done and not at all done that I now want to get through. I'd say I wish I'd found this before the snow weekend, but it honestly probably wouldn't have done much good, the bulk of what I did over the weekend was read. I did do some writing and some editing, I discovered that the vodka really is taking the ink out of the shirt albeit slowly and possibly (likely) not completely, I baked a couple loaves of this pumpkin bourbon breadlireavue sent the recipe over for, that seems to have gone over well at work.
And now I'm back at work and it's probably the lack of sleep but ugh I want to be a self-supporting writer who can stagger downstairs and work in her pajamas so bad. I mean, the hazards of this is I'd probably both be expected to do way more than my fair share of the housework and also I'd never leave the house but, ugh. Why do I have to interact with people. Even if it's just my family and the UPS guy.
(This is almost definitely the lack of sleep talking. I need a shower and a good night's sleep, and maybe a light but healthy meal.)
In light of complaining that I have tons of books and short stories and everything half finished though, I guess I should get back to work. And maybe bump all the shit I want to work on so it's up there. Heh. Hoo boy.
I did finally give up on the immunology course, mostly because the lecturer is a sweet person but very scattered, and because it's way too technical for me to absorb in the required time for the quizzes and to get graded without someone who's very, for lack of a better term, clean and efficient about the lecturing. I'll catch up with studies later, and in the meantime I have Jazz Appreciation and How To Neal Caffrey to study. And Drawspace and guitar and everything else. It's not like I don't have enough to do.
I went through my gdrive and went a ways back to look up White Lightning stuff and ended up finding a shitton of other stories half done and not at all done that I now want to get through. I'd say I wish I'd found this before the snow weekend, but it honestly probably wouldn't have done much good, the bulk of what I did over the weekend was read. I did do some writing and some editing, I discovered that the vodka really is taking the ink out of the shirt albeit slowly and possibly (likely) not completely, I baked a couple loaves of this pumpkin bourbon bread
lireavue sent the recipe over for, that seems to have gone over well at work. And now I'm back at work and it's probably the lack of sleep but ugh I want to be a self-supporting writer who can stagger downstairs and work in her pajamas so bad. I mean, the hazards of this is I'd probably both be expected to do way more than my fair share of the housework and also I'd never leave the house but, ugh. Why do I have to interact with people. Even if it's just my family and the UPS guy.
(This is almost definitely the lack of sleep talking. I need a shower and a good night's sleep, and maybe a light but healthy meal.)
In light of complaining that I have tons of books and short stories and everything half finished though, I guess I should get back to work. And maybe bump all the shit I want to work on so it's up there. Heh. Hoo boy.