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Sep. 15th, 2015 08:25 amMarginally better for sleeping. Except for the part where I spent most of my dreams in some sort of bizarre bastardization of the Hunger Games crossed with the Heartland trilogy and there were people hunting me, huge Dune-sized windstorms that brought up dirt and crop and pollen and left me clinging to the side of a mountain, weird tarot readings, fistfights with twenty or so law enforcement goons in a park while I was trying to distribute grocery sacks of food, something involving a bus or train, and I woke up feeling like I actually had been battered around by something. I have no idea what's happening in my body but I don't like it. I'm pretty sure this (stress) isn't my preferred way of losing weight, either. More muscle gain. Less nausea.
.... utterly derailed by Straight Outta Valinor. Yep. Someone made that shirt, it's on today's tee fury.
I need to get back to writing work today. No matter how shitty I feel, this needs to happen because it's halfway through September and I do not have time to be fucking around. This may or may not result in anything getting done depending on whether work is as horrible today as it was yesterday. Well, not horrible. Just busy. Three suppliers' worth of incoming that was fairly straight-forward, checked through, and a fourth that was an entire clusterfuck with three different errors, one and a half of which were solved before I gave up and went to sleep on the shipping cart. I'm not actually kidding about that last part, I gave up and took a nap on the shipping cart for the last ten minutes or so because apparently feeling beat to hell and back on the inside of my head and all over my body is the new normal.
Anyway. Writings. That needs to happen. I also need to get back on that other inexplicable project I seem to have started. That one's kind of fun.
Yeah, I don't really have any other goals for the day. Do writings. Survive. That's enough work to be going on with for at least the rest of the week.
.... utterly derailed by Straight Outta Valinor. Yep. Someone made that shirt, it's on today's tee fury.
I need to get back to writing work today. No matter how shitty I feel, this needs to happen because it's halfway through September and I do not have time to be fucking around. This may or may not result in anything getting done depending on whether work is as horrible today as it was yesterday. Well, not horrible. Just busy. Three suppliers' worth of incoming that was fairly straight-forward, checked through, and a fourth that was an entire clusterfuck with three different errors, one and a half of which were solved before I gave up and went to sleep on the shipping cart. I'm not actually kidding about that last part, I gave up and took a nap on the shipping cart for the last ten minutes or so because apparently feeling beat to hell and back on the inside of my head and all over my body is the new normal.
Anyway. Writings. That needs to happen. I also need to get back on that other inexplicable project I seem to have started. That one's kind of fun.
Yeah, I don't really have any other goals for the day. Do writings. Survive. That's enough work to be going on with for at least the rest of the week.