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Jun. 13th, 2010 11:03 pm( Deutsch )
Oof. Argh, too. Am not nearly as caught up as I wanted to be in either Martine or the Holmes Big Bang. Pretty much the next few days are going to be buckling down and working on that, I think. Just. Juggling all my projects, which actually will be good practice if I can ever become a professional writer, but, jeez. I was looking forward to not having to do that for a while. Ah well.
Had fun at social barbecue time; thankfully no one really insisted in being out in the heat, which wasn't bad, or the humidity, which was brutal. I don't like it when my sweat doesn't evaporate and cool me off, dammit! The bad part was when the boys took over the conversation and started chatting and trading stories, which was kind of interesting. The good part was that the other girl seemed as disinclined to do it all the time as I was, so maybe next time I bring over some project and we can chat about that rather than sit around and listen to the boys trade stories. Or something. I'll think of something. The other good thing is that we might be able to get along. I'm still wary, given the various times I've met people, liked them, and then they turned out to be psychopaths. But we have things in common. A lot of us do. So, we'll see.
... I'm sure I had more, but it's so bedtime right now.
Oof. Argh, too. Am not nearly as caught up as I wanted to be in either Martine or the Holmes Big Bang. Pretty much the next few days are going to be buckling down and working on that, I think. Just. Juggling all my projects, which actually will be good practice if I can ever become a professional writer, but, jeez. I was looking forward to not having to do that for a while. Ah well.
Had fun at social barbecue time; thankfully no one really insisted in being out in the heat, which wasn't bad, or the humidity, which was brutal. I don't like it when my sweat doesn't evaporate and cool me off, dammit! The bad part was when the boys took over the conversation and started chatting and trading stories, which was kind of interesting. The good part was that the other girl seemed as disinclined to do it all the time as I was, so maybe next time I bring over some project and we can chat about that rather than sit around and listen to the boys trade stories. Or something. I'll think of something. The other good thing is that we might be able to get along. I'm still wary, given the various times I've met people, liked them, and then they turned out to be psychopaths. But we have things in common. A lot of us do. So, we'll see.
... I'm sure I had more, but it's so bedtime right now.