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Jun. 13th, 2013 07:56 am( Gaeilge )
Exhausted. Still. At least some of this is the exhausted of oh god why can't I dance for a good solid hour anymore. And some of it is the exhausted of I really need to get more sleep than I've been getting and it's not happening. I'm not getting LESS than I need at least, which is good. Just not as much as I need to keep recuperating and feel rested. I miss that.
At least I got a decent amount of writing done last night, if not quite in the timely fashion I meant to get it done. I.e. Monday. So, buggeryfuck. I'm pretty much at the point of, get this thing done, get other things done for the rest of the day, get Haven done this evening or at least started on. Or maybe that's Person of Interest, at this point. ... Yeah, probably. And then get back to a draft of the next chapter Friday or Saturday and then more edits and augh. Perpetually behind on things. What the hell. Ugh.
The aunt and Elf Lord are off to DC to figure out my grandfather's TARDIS of an apartment (seriously, he seems to have managed to fit an amazing amount of stuff in there, although having moved recently I can attest that that happens no matter how much stuff you have) and probably they will come back with a giant pile of boxes and crap. Which makes this weekend clean all the things when I'm not writing all the things weekend, so we can put everything somewhere, so. Yay? I may try and get the garage finished in terms of cleaning it out. I expect a lot of spiders and going "what the shit is that" at everything. As I seem to do a lot of when I'm working around the house. Or in the house. Or anywhere I haven't been regularly cleaning.
Exhausted. Still. At least some of this is the exhausted of oh god why can't I dance for a good solid hour anymore. And some of it is the exhausted of I really need to get more sleep than I've been getting and it's not happening. I'm not getting LESS than I need at least, which is good. Just not as much as I need to keep recuperating and feel rested. I miss that.
At least I got a decent amount of writing done last night, if not quite in the timely fashion I meant to get it done. I.e. Monday. So, buggeryfuck. I'm pretty much at the point of, get this thing done, get other things done for the rest of the day, get Haven done this evening or at least started on. Or maybe that's Person of Interest, at this point. ... Yeah, probably. And then get back to a draft of the next chapter Friday or Saturday and then more edits and augh. Perpetually behind on things. What the hell. Ugh.
The aunt and Elf Lord are off to DC to figure out my grandfather's TARDIS of an apartment (seriously, he seems to have managed to fit an amazing amount of stuff in there, although having moved recently I can attest that that happens no matter how much stuff you have) and probably they will come back with a giant pile of boxes and crap. Which makes this weekend clean all the things when I'm not writing all the things weekend, so we can put everything somewhere, so. Yay? I may try and get the garage finished in terms of cleaning it out. I expect a lot of spiders and going "what the shit is that" at everything. As I seem to do a lot of when I'm working around the house. Or in the house. Or anywhere I haven't been regularly cleaning.