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Sep. 2nd, 2020 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo that was definitely a book that I have read now. Harrow the Ninth! Which everyone said was confusing but which I found fairly straightforward actually? Until the very end when everyone was having revelations and it was hard to keep track of who had done what to whom how many thousands of years ago. I think I got the bulk of it. I see why some people are getting tired of the memes, which came fast and thick towards the end. Two out of three of the ones I considered most blatant, though, I appreciated. And... I don't know. I spent the bulk of the book hoping one character wouldn't die only to change my position right at the last minute. Which I assume was the point both in-book, from that character's point of view, and out of it. But grr. Anyway, if anyone wants to talk Locked Tomb Trilogy with me, I am now caught up.
It's still gross in the afternoons. I definitely came downstairs way too early. But I also got caught up in reading the book and didn't do much of anything this morning (and also there were some delays in routine with car maintenance and pickup happening) and in short nothing today has gone the way I planned, I'm making dinner and I have now forgotten two days in a row to put on the makeup that makes me feel fierce. This is ridiculous.
I still need to do some classwork. At this point I'm just avoiding it because my head is being funny and I don't really want to engage with something where the procedure is to fail repeatedly at it until my head stops being funny. Ugh. I could just do readings. I really should copy over the code I made work yesterday with two methods? Operators? I hadn't previously used so that I note them down and what they do and I know what I did and how I did it. I think maybe the procedure here will be dinner, some form of movement since dinner is fucking tuna mac and cheese, yay comfort carbs, and then another shower and putting on some lipstick and pretending to be a rock star until I feel like a rock star.
This will, yes, include bass practice. I just need to deal with the fingernails first.
I guess other than my head being a funny place to live right now, I'm not doing that bad. I'm more irritated by the mental malfunctions than anything, I'm not in any real danger of self-harm unless I trip over something or hip-check another counter, there are bits of the house I definitely need to clean because the boy's been too tired and aggravated at the car and I've definitely been too out of my skull, but we've kept ourselves and the cats medicated through it all. I'm starting to come out of it. It's not that bad.
I just wish it wasn't so goddamn humid. I feel sweaty. I hate this sweatiness. I want a dehumidifier in the office. I also want a house that's wired properly so I'm not thinking, hm, I could plug in a dehumidifier, but it might blow the entire three-four room fuse system. Blegh. Something to think about in the next few months, though, if the boy gets the bonus he's allegedly getting, if I get the unemployment I'm allegedly getting, if if if.
Right. Dinner, dancing, shower, lipstick. Rock star. I did adjust my schedule to have a long laying down potentially napping period in the middle of the day tomorrow, so I can at least stay up a couple hours later than usual while the weather cools down and hopefully get some more work done. Fucking summer.
It's still gross in the afternoons. I definitely came downstairs way too early. But I also got caught up in reading the book and didn't do much of anything this morning (and also there were some delays in routine with car maintenance and pickup happening) and in short nothing today has gone the way I planned, I'm making dinner and I have now forgotten two days in a row to put on the makeup that makes me feel fierce. This is ridiculous.
I still need to do some classwork. At this point I'm just avoiding it because my head is being funny and I don't really want to engage with something where the procedure is to fail repeatedly at it until my head stops being funny. Ugh. I could just do readings. I really should copy over the code I made work yesterday with two methods? Operators? I hadn't previously used so that I note them down and what they do and I know what I did and how I did it. I think maybe the procedure here will be dinner, some form of movement since dinner is fucking tuna mac and cheese, yay comfort carbs, and then another shower and putting on some lipstick and pretending to be a rock star until I feel like a rock star.
This will, yes, include bass practice. I just need to deal with the fingernails first.
I guess other than my head being a funny place to live right now, I'm not doing that bad. I'm more irritated by the mental malfunctions than anything, I'm not in any real danger of self-harm unless I trip over something or hip-check another counter, there are bits of the house I definitely need to clean because the boy's been too tired and aggravated at the car and I've definitely been too out of my skull, but we've kept ourselves and the cats medicated through it all. I'm starting to come out of it. It's not that bad.
I just wish it wasn't so goddamn humid. I feel sweaty. I hate this sweatiness. I want a dehumidifier in the office. I also want a house that's wired properly so I'm not thinking, hm, I could plug in a dehumidifier, but it might blow the entire three-four room fuse system. Blegh. Something to think about in the next few months, though, if the boy gets the bonus he's allegedly getting, if I get the unemployment I'm allegedly getting, if if if.
Right. Dinner, dancing, shower, lipstick. Rock star. I did adjust my schedule to have a long laying down potentially napping period in the middle of the day tomorrow, so I can at least stay up a couple hours later than usual while the weather cools down and hopefully get some more work done. Fucking summer.