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Well, today makes the first day in a while that I haven't woken up feeling like hammered shit and the first few lines of Shadows in the Rain, so I guess that's progress?

On the amusing side I am so enamored of my Think Geek con-bag of Holding that I might end up turning it to everyday use on the days when I'm not schlepping craft projects to and from work. Which of course I half decide on the day when I'm schlepping a Stitch Fix box to if not from work, but hey. That only happens once a month anyway. And I finally made my decision, which is that if the color is making me make dubious faces it's also a simple top I can always sew anyway, I think I have a pattern or three for the base shape and all I need to do is add a ruffle down the front. Of course, this requires that I get off my ass and sew the damn things. Maybe not this weekend but next weekend. Besides, the jacket is a very Firefly/Killjoys/Cowboys and Aliens aesthetic. And I can't sew pleather, not that well.

Despite the superfluity of phone calls and every phone order needing at least two phone calls and maybe an email (why. what's up with that. why can't you make a list, check it, and THEN call.) I managed to get two out of the remaining three DragonSwag packages out, and the third I just need to make sure I have the right email address and then get the snail mail address because damned if I know where I put it.

I seem to have notes back on Malachy WAY WAY sooner than I had expected, or maybe just that the whole thing is way way more coherent than I thought it was. Needs tightening like all get out and apparently I need to tack on another 10-20k because nothing got resolved oops. (And that's what happens when you try to write a novel in a Nano. You get fatigued and fall over.) At which point I think I need to re-read it... well, no, maybe it is just about the right time. And figure out how to deal with this other than Girls Stomp On Necks. Which might actually be the solution! Pondering. But, on the other hand, now that I'm more upright and functional I might get that and some of the other writing stuff done.

Which I really need to do. Plus cleaning. I need focus, and I'm not getting it, and I'm not doing very good at making myself have it. Time to get back to work on that, especially since I don't think I have any other major deadlines or several days encompassing things. Not till Nanowrimo at any rate, and that's a month and a chunk away.

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Gdocs, I swear to fucking god if you don't stop trying to make my life "easier"...

Oh hai wolves. I have not missed you. Nor have I missed this same tune you've been howling for at least the last several months, now looping back on an older variation. Really? Fuck off. Fuck the fuck off and do not return, I have way too much shit to do to be bothering with you right now or, you know, ever.

The even more irritating thing is that if I avoid what causes the wolves, I'm going to end up curtailing an increasingly large chunk of Things I Should Probably Stay Apprised of. There is just no fucking winning with some brain malfunctions. Emotional malfunctions? At least the regulatory mechanisms work. Most of the time. I don't know. These are irritating, pervasive wolves and I want them to go away now. Logic worked to an extent, but ... egh.

And I realized I want to try and get a DragonCon membership now while it's still cheap, and sports bras, and I have a dentist appointment, and those three things are a depressing chunk out of my supposedly extra paycheck. Ah well. I said I was going to be very, very good after DragonCon except for the whole book trip thing, and even that, having looked at our bookshelves, I can't really muster the enthusiasm to pick things up and stack them properly so I can be appropriately bad. Maybe tomorrow night? I need to find somewhere to put the hardbacks, since they're too big for the shelves, mostly. Ponder.

Painting my nails. And writing some, but painting my nails might make me feel better. I finally did remember that I wanted to do laundry tonight, which did not help, but I also picked up my vanity some and that may get tidied some before bed too, which will. Cleaning in between writing. And nail painting. That ought to help. As long as I don't go poking into the suppurating festering wounds again, self, that was smart. Stop thinking about it. Go do things. More useful things. Useful to you, not useful in general, you do not need to be productive oh why do I bother.


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