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Aug. 28th, 2017 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo I spent the top of Saturday getting up, getting my shit together, and going into work to get my shit together there so I could leave it in relatively decent shape for when I went to DragonCon, then I went and got my hair did and I didn't realize how much I missed my red streaks until they were back oh my god seriously.
But then I spent most of the rest of Saturday and almost all of Sunday in a stupor of I have twenty billion things to do and can't make myself start doing any of them. And what the hell. Now I'm way behind in everything writing related. And just generally annoyed, and I was already going to be behind because of DragonCon but goddammit everything. Now I feel tired and overwhelmed and sad.
Though I suppose one plus side to this not having anything I felt up to getting off the couch and doing meant I got to sit on the couch and watch Vikings almost all day and get caught up to the current season so I won't be confused (or at least not more than briefly confused) when I'm on the panel. I'm almost all the way caught up on Black Sails too, although in both cases I knew the gist of it because I'd been halfway keeping up, but now I've seen the implementation of the spoiler events so. Yay?
Looking at my writing calendar was a terrifyingly bad move, now I'm reminded of all the shit I wanted to get done this month that I haven't finished. I might make a push to get Starlight finished in the next day or two, and Boon Doggie, and anything else that's within a few scenes of ending. (Okay, Starlight might actually be more than a few scenes of ending but it's pretty damn close. And Boon Doggie is a short story goddammit.) And then I can outline the rest of it and at least try to get things arranged and sorted and aargh.
Oh, heh. And after I thought we were done with the dramatic weekends the boy texted me last night and said his Dad was in the hospital, so that was a fun moment of AUGH. This morning the news came in that they're going to rehydrate him and send him home, that it wasn't the horrorshow we were all imagining, but still. Not the phone call or text message you want to get, and his father isn't in the best of health anyway. I just. Mmph. I just want to be able to wake up, roll out of bed, do some writing work around my day job like I used to instead of having to deal with two-three crises in a day and then falling onto the couch in the evening like a stunned mullet. I don't think that's too much to ask of the universe.
But then I spent most of the rest of Saturday and almost all of Sunday in a stupor of I have twenty billion things to do and can't make myself start doing any of them. And what the hell. Now I'm way behind in everything writing related. And just generally annoyed, and I was already going to be behind because of DragonCon but goddammit everything. Now I feel tired and overwhelmed and sad.
Though I suppose one plus side to this not having anything I felt up to getting off the couch and doing meant I got to sit on the couch and watch Vikings almost all day and get caught up to the current season so I won't be confused (or at least not more than briefly confused) when I'm on the panel. I'm almost all the way caught up on Black Sails too, although in both cases I knew the gist of it because I'd been halfway keeping up, but now I've seen the implementation of the spoiler events so. Yay?
Looking at my writing calendar was a terrifyingly bad move, now I'm reminded of all the shit I wanted to get done this month that I haven't finished. I might make a push to get Starlight finished in the next day or two, and Boon Doggie, and anything else that's within a few scenes of ending. (Okay, Starlight might actually be more than a few scenes of ending but it's pretty damn close. And Boon Doggie is a short story goddammit.) And then I can outline the rest of it and at least try to get things arranged and sorted and aargh.
Oh, heh. And after I thought we were done with the dramatic weekends the boy texted me last night and said his Dad was in the hospital, so that was a fun moment of AUGH. This morning the news came in that they're going to rehydrate him and send him home, that it wasn't the horrorshow we were all imagining, but still. Not the phone call or text message you want to get, and his father isn't in the best of health anyway. I just. Mmph. I just want to be able to wake up, roll out of bed, do some writing work around my day job like I used to instead of having to deal with two-three crises in a day and then falling onto the couch in the evening like a stunned mullet. I don't think that's too much to ask of the universe.