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NyQuil helps so so much. And the boy was a sweetie and picked up ZzQuil or however many Z's it has in it on his way home, so tonight if I really have to I can also say fuck this drugs the first time I wake up. Hopefully that won't actually happen? But I'm not going to chance it right now.
Three. Seriously, three nights in a row with the waking up. I went to sleep at 11 and woke up at 1, which is when I said fuckit and chugged what was left of the NyQuil (not even a full dose, nobody worry), and then that knocked me out until about 5.30. Which was fortunately only an hour before my alarm, and fortunately I was able to go back to sleep pretty much the moment after I registered the time, but still and fucking nonetheless.
Also it's amazing how much healthier one is capable of eating when one is not getting shat on by many aspects of life. My willpower to resist chocolate has increased threefold. It's a miracle.
Also also Amazon recommendations are sometimes very dangerous.
I stuck them on my wish list because I am already in the middle of 4-5 books goddammit.
And you know, I have at least done some words written, and I've done some editing, and I can do more of both when I get home. I might even, gasp, shock, try my hand at some promo copy. God knows there's enough of that on my various to-do lists and I think all my current works in progress have solidified enough that I can safely talk about what they're about without running into problems later down the line. So I might as well start clearing that off my plate, start organizing things in terms of what I'm working on right now so I know what I'm opening when I start to work, and get shit done.
It still feels weird to be semi-successfully juggling this many projects. Getting things done on them. About the only thing I'm falling down on is White Lightning, which is mostly because all the dates slipped and probably Beltane was a tad ambitious anyway. But still. Somehow I'm getting all this shit done. When did I become able to do this again.
Three. Seriously, three nights in a row with the waking up. I went to sleep at 11 and woke up at 1, which is when I said fuckit and chugged what was left of the NyQuil (not even a full dose, nobody worry), and then that knocked me out until about 5.30. Which was fortunately only an hour before my alarm, and fortunately I was able to go back to sleep pretty much the moment after I registered the time, but still and fucking nonetheless.
Also it's amazing how much healthier one is capable of eating when one is not getting shat on by many aspects of life. My willpower to resist chocolate has increased threefold. It's a miracle.
Also also Amazon recommendations are sometimes very dangerous.
I stuck them on my wish list because I am already in the middle of 4-5 books goddammit.
And you know, I have at least done some words written, and I've done some editing, and I can do more of both when I get home. I might even, gasp, shock, try my hand at some promo copy. God knows there's enough of that on my various to-do lists and I think all my current works in progress have solidified enough that I can safely talk about what they're about without running into problems later down the line. So I might as well start clearing that off my plate, start organizing things in terms of what I'm working on right now so I know what I'm opening when I start to work, and get shit done.
It still feels weird to be semi-successfully juggling this many projects. Getting things done on them. About the only thing I'm falling down on is White Lightning, which is mostly because all the dates slipped and probably Beltane was a tad ambitious anyway. But still. Somehow I'm getting all this shit done. When did I become able to do this again.