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kittydesadeMy head feels like a cracked eggshell this morning. I have half an idea what the fuck's going on but I really, really miss being stable. Ever. At all.
This weekend was spent getting some apparently much needed rest except that I also ended up sleeping through a lot of what I wanted to do, which is absolutely not helping the cracked eggshell feeling. I... well, mostly I feel like hammered shit. Less so physically and mostly emotionally, but wow I haven't felt this bad in a long time. I'm not sure even what to do.
So it goes.
I did manage to get proof copies ordered, Queen and Parliament is waiting on cover art and confirmation of final edits, I got some edits done in Turing Shrugged, so progress was made on that front. The house is slightly better than a pigsty although the dishes in the sink are piling up again. This is what happens when I spend a chunk of the weekend asleep and then the boy has three twelve-hour shifts in a row. But the rest of it... slowly getting picked up? Maybe? If he ever decides to actually follow through on cleaning the office, getting rid of one desk. And at some point we should probably either fix his wireless situation or run a cable into the office so he's not perched in the middle of the living room collecting a mess.
I don't know you guys. I'm not doing well. I don't have much cheerful for you today. Our cat has not taken any turns for the worse, I can't actually tell if his eye is scabbing over properly or not, but he's taking the medicine fine. He is the easiest cat to pill until and unless you put him in the kitchen, indicate that there will be food, and then say "not until you've had your medicine." Then he is an unholy terror. Because priorities.
This weekend was spent getting some apparently much needed rest except that I also ended up sleeping through a lot of what I wanted to do, which is absolutely not helping the cracked eggshell feeling. I... well, mostly I feel like hammered shit. Less so physically and mostly emotionally, but wow I haven't felt this bad in a long time. I'm not sure even what to do.
So it goes.
I did manage to get proof copies ordered, Queen and Parliament is waiting on cover art and confirmation of final edits, I got some edits done in Turing Shrugged, so progress was made on that front. The house is slightly better than a pigsty although the dishes in the sink are piling up again. This is what happens when I spend a chunk of the weekend asleep and then the boy has three twelve-hour shifts in a row. But the rest of it... slowly getting picked up? Maybe? If he ever decides to actually follow through on cleaning the office, getting rid of one desk. And at some point we should probably either fix his wireless situation or run a cable into the office so he's not perched in the middle of the living room collecting a mess.
I don't know you guys. I'm not doing well. I don't have much cheerful for you today. Our cat has not taken any turns for the worse, I can't actually tell if his eye is scabbing over properly or not, but he's taking the medicine fine. He is the easiest cat to pill until and unless you put him in the kitchen, indicate that there will be food, and then say "not until you've had your medicine." Then he is an unholy terror. Because priorities.
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