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Oct. 27th, 2017 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeApparently yesterday was so hellishly busy at work that apart from a very successful spa evening I got fuckall done and didn't check in with you guys. Oops. Yesterday was hellishly busy! Today I am about ready to literally cry from exhaustion. Elf Lord brought up going to early vote and I wanted to scream at him.
Not entirely sure how I'm going to get through the weekend. Capoeira on Saturday, followed by yardwork to get the yard in vague shape for small children to go a-wandering up the path. Followed by packing up the show on Sunday. The boy is at least here to help with the yard work but I am so damn tired, you guys. This entire week has been a series of non-stop workdays of packing, unpacking, making sure everything's here, shoving it out the door in one direction or another, more packing, more unpacking, stocking shelves and then more packing and unpacking, and trying to juggle writing and normal packing of things to ship out to customers and.
I do think I'll go vote today because if I don't that's one more thing I have to do later when I'm still ready to cry from exhaustion, and that won't help anything.
I'm getting a hamburger for lunch because fuck everything. I'll probably have cereal for dinner because also fuck everything. Cooking requires effort and decisions, both of which are in short supply now. I don't even want to write, which, between my natural personality and my new toy at 4thewords, is kind of freakish. Mostly I just want to curl up and watch something I don't have to think about or keep hitting the run this dungeon button on Summoner's Wars.
In short, the status of the me is I am bone-deep exhausted and ready for all of this to be over. (Whereby all of this I mostly mean the fiber fair.)
Not entirely sure how I'm going to get through the weekend. Capoeira on Saturday, followed by yardwork to get the yard in vague shape for small children to go a-wandering up the path. Followed by packing up the show on Sunday. The boy is at least here to help with the yard work but I am so damn tired, you guys. This entire week has been a series of non-stop workdays of packing, unpacking, making sure everything's here, shoving it out the door in one direction or another, more packing, more unpacking, stocking shelves and then more packing and unpacking, and trying to juggle writing and normal packing of things to ship out to customers and.
I do think I'll go vote today because if I don't that's one more thing I have to do later when I'm still ready to cry from exhaustion, and that won't help anything.
I'm getting a hamburger for lunch because fuck everything. I'll probably have cereal for dinner because also fuck everything. Cooking requires effort and decisions, both of which are in short supply now. I don't even want to write, which, between my natural personality and my new toy at 4thewords, is kind of freakish. Mostly I just want to curl up and watch something I don't have to think about or keep hitting the run this dungeon button on Summoner's Wars.
In short, the status of the me is I am bone-deep exhausted and ready for all of this to be over. (Whereby all of this I mostly mean the fiber fair.)