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Aug. 15th, 2016 10:21 amI can tell I didn't get enough sleep because I'm quietly freaking out in the back of my brain about not being ready for DragonCon in any way shape or form. Ugh. This is going to make for a not fun day.
I forgot to put up my to-done posts over the weekend, mostly because capoeira on Saturday after a week of off was fucking exhausting. But I did get some bras mended, only two more to go now (which is good because two of the three that hadn't popped underwires were stretched all to hell and I can't mend that) and I got a fair chunk of my website home page redone. And once that's done all I need to do is slap the rest of the text into the template and it should be a lot better looking. Still feeling a lot like I have no time to do that or anything else, but hopefully it won't be as bad as it feels right now with no fucking sleep. Ugh.
(It does not help that the boy called three to four times this morning to give me regular updates on one of the ferals which, yes, I'm worried because the last time I saw Bat Cat the silly thing was playing in traffic, I am at work I do not have time for constant updates. Send fucking text messages that's what they're there for. Plus the one uncle who kept trying to interrupt the phone calls that kept interrupting my day job to tell me, five times at least, to ship this thing today. YES. I KNOW. IT IS RIGHT NOW THE ONLY ORDER IN THE QUEUE. GEE I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN FIT IT IN WITH ALL THE SHIPPING I DON'T HAVE TO DO.)
(What's the next stage up from being nibbled to death by ducks, nibbled to death by Psyducks? Goldducks? Geoducks?)
So overwhelmed feeling. Taking my advice from Kate Elliott and just doing one thing at a time. Just one thing. I can do just one thing, I think. Well, two things at once, because the other thing is keeping from feeling swamped and like I have to do everything at once in order to have it all done by DragonCon, self, you have two and a bit weeks. And all you really have to do is finish sewing costumes, do the web page thing, and keep up with the blog. Breathe.
(I just want to curl up in a corner and cry. I have too many balls in the air to handle on this little sleep and I keep reminding myself, up to every five minutes now, that this feeling is mainly because not enough sleep. It's like the first sign of get more sleep dumbass, even before headaches. It sort of helps, the reminding. Ugh.)
I forgot to put up my to-done posts over the weekend, mostly because capoeira on Saturday after a week of off was fucking exhausting. But I did get some bras mended, only two more to go now (which is good because two of the three that hadn't popped underwires were stretched all to hell and I can't mend that) and I got a fair chunk of my website home page redone. And once that's done all I need to do is slap the rest of the text into the template and it should be a lot better looking. Still feeling a lot like I have no time to do that or anything else, but hopefully it won't be as bad as it feels right now with no fucking sleep. Ugh.
(It does not help that the boy called three to four times this morning to give me regular updates on one of the ferals which, yes, I'm worried because the last time I saw Bat Cat the silly thing was playing in traffic, I am at work I do not have time for constant updates. Send fucking text messages that's what they're there for. Plus the one uncle who kept trying to interrupt the phone calls that kept interrupting my day job to tell me, five times at least, to ship this thing today. YES. I KNOW. IT IS RIGHT NOW THE ONLY ORDER IN THE QUEUE. GEE I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN FIT IT IN WITH ALL THE SHIPPING I DON'T HAVE TO DO.)
(What's the next stage up from being nibbled to death by ducks, nibbled to death by Psyducks? Goldducks? Geoducks?)
So overwhelmed feeling. Taking my advice from Kate Elliott and just doing one thing at a time. Just one thing. I can do just one thing, I think. Well, two things at once, because the other thing is keeping from feeling swamped and like I have to do everything at once in order to have it all done by DragonCon, self, you have two and a bit weeks. And all you really have to do is finish sewing costumes, do the web page thing, and keep up with the blog. Breathe.
(I just want to curl up in a corner and cry. I have too many balls in the air to handle on this little sleep and I keep reminding myself, up to every five minutes now, that this feeling is mainly because not enough sleep. It's like the first sign of get more sleep dumbass, even before headaches. It sort of helps, the reminding. Ugh.)