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Apr. 28th, 2016 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell, yesterday was a clusterfuck of a Wednesday that in no way shape or form resembled routine. First I had to stay home for the chimney people who, it turns out, didn't come. They had to cancel because they were a man down on their crew; not knowing how big their crew is I have no idea what that means but it was irksome in the extreme. I did get laundry and dishes done, and some flower seeds planted. Then when I finally did make it into work I was so woozy and tired that work meant moving very, very slowly, and I ended up going home early anyway and napping until dinner out. Which was somewhat more lively and animated, but still. And then it was back home, reading, and bed because exhausted.
And I'm still exhausted but I have a vague notion of why that is now, at least. i.e. waking up every hour or two last night, I don't even fucking know but I am drugging myself into unconsciousness tonight.
I've been on a reading binge the past few days, in part because I haven't had the energy to do much else. Also because a book recently came out that was somewhat of a disappointment: didn't stick the landing and leaned way too heavily on outside sources and as a result felt quite a bit hollow. But the other two books: We Are All Completely Fine by Daryl Gregory, I enjoyed that actually quite a bit more than his other book I read, The Devil's Alphabet. Despite probably not actually answering any more questions than the other book had, I felt it was a lot more self-contained and complete. And Followed by Frost by Charlie Holmberg which was competent and cute and fairly engaging on at least a pleasurable surface level. It kept me reading and entertained, which is all I ask of a book that, generally, promises little more. Would definitely rec for an enjoyable few hours.
Next up is Trailer Park Fae, and then I guess I'd better read those books the boy wants to borrow because otherwise I'll never get to read them. SO SLOW. He is SO SLOW. Wait, no, they're on my Kindle, so that's not necessarily true, I can just steal back the damn thing. Still.
I'm pretty much giving up on Nanowrimo at this point. I could theoretically do it, but not without breaking myself in the process. I am still going to try to finish the story, but finishing Nanowrimo is a great big 'eh.' Hopefully I can finish it within a week or two of finishing Nanowrimo, and there's a bunch of other stuff I need to get back to, too. If I can manage everything without falling over, which at this point I'm starting to question. I feel more like myself, not entirely like myself. Ten kinds of ugh.
And I'm still exhausted but I have a vague notion of why that is now, at least. i.e. waking up every hour or two last night, I don't even fucking know but I am drugging myself into unconsciousness tonight.
I've been on a reading binge the past few days, in part because I haven't had the energy to do much else. Also because a book recently came out that was somewhat of a disappointment: didn't stick the landing and leaned way too heavily on outside sources and as a result felt quite a bit hollow. But the other two books: We Are All Completely Fine by Daryl Gregory, I enjoyed that actually quite a bit more than his other book I read, The Devil's Alphabet. Despite probably not actually answering any more questions than the other book had, I felt it was a lot more self-contained and complete. And Followed by Frost by Charlie Holmberg which was competent and cute and fairly engaging on at least a pleasurable surface level. It kept me reading and entertained, which is all I ask of a book that, generally, promises little more. Would definitely rec for an enjoyable few hours.
Next up is Trailer Park Fae, and then I guess I'd better read those books the boy wants to borrow because otherwise I'll never get to read them. SO SLOW. He is SO SLOW. Wait, no, they're on my Kindle, so that's not necessarily true, I can just steal back the damn thing. Still.
I'm pretty much giving up on Nanowrimo at this point. I could theoretically do it, but not without breaking myself in the process. I am still going to try to finish the story, but finishing Nanowrimo is a great big 'eh.' Hopefully I can finish it within a week or two of finishing Nanowrimo, and there's a bunch of other stuff I need to get back to, too. If I can manage everything without falling over, which at this point I'm starting to question. I feel more like myself, not entirely like myself. Ten kinds of ugh.