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Oct. 24th, 2017 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeToday, yes, was just one long primal scream until I finished packing for the fiber fair. Which took about four hours? Four hours with a half hour lunch break today, two hours a day or so ago, add another hour to pack the chemicals I packed a few days ago and I guess that's seven hours of packing, which isn't bad for an entire fiber show booth but oh god my brain is fried.
Somehow though despite this I have managed to make a late in the day but still a Patreon post, a few posts in the 4thewords forums, did my nightly reminders on Twitter, did words regarding Jude Against The Ghost Talkers, scheduled Thursday's Patreon post, and did some shelf stocking because I am apparently nothing if not prone to second, third, and fourth winds aided and abetted by sugar.
Mom also called again, hilariously, after I complained on Twitter that all I needed was a $3000 windfall to do up the office the way I want and buy a shitload of research books. And instead what I got was a much smaller windfall but still enough to deal with my dentist bill and make contemplating a new Kindle a much more immediate proposition, plus she told me that Aunt R really loved my book and another family friend had bought a copy. And well damn. Money and praise for my writing skills, what the hell is this. Or what new heaven have I stumbled into. (I'm not entirely sure she isn't flinging money my way to express her support in a more material sense but eh. The phone calls and letting me know are equally valuable.)
But oh my god I am going to bed before anything else happens. I was going to try a bit more writing but I thin I'm just going to pass out and hope tomorrow is quiet enough for me to go to capoeira without feeling like I want to die. I'm already dreading capoeira on the weekend plus the fiber show the next day, two major physical undertakings on what's supposed to be my days off yay. I mean okay the capoeira I do to myself but ugh.
Somehow though despite this I have managed to make a late in the day but still a Patreon post, a few posts in the 4thewords forums, did my nightly reminders on Twitter, did words regarding Jude Against The Ghost Talkers, scheduled Thursday's Patreon post, and did some shelf stocking because I am apparently nothing if not prone to second, third, and fourth winds aided and abetted by sugar.
Mom also called again, hilariously, after I complained on Twitter that all I needed was a $3000 windfall to do up the office the way I want and buy a shitload of research books. And instead what I got was a much smaller windfall but still enough to deal with my dentist bill and make contemplating a new Kindle a much more immediate proposition, plus she told me that Aunt R really loved my book and another family friend had bought a copy. And well damn. Money and praise for my writing skills, what the hell is this. Or what new heaven have I stumbled into. (I'm not entirely sure she isn't flinging money my way to express her support in a more material sense but eh. The phone calls and letting me know are equally valuable.)
But oh my god I am going to bed before anything else happens. I was going to try a bit more writing but I thin I'm just going to pass out and hope tomorrow is quiet enough for me to go to capoeira without feeling like I want to die. I'm already dreading capoeira on the weekend plus the fiber show the next day, two major physical undertakings on what's supposed to be my days off yay. I mean okay the capoeira I do to myself but ugh.