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Jul. 10th, 2017 11:23 amI have no idea what's behind the sudden spate of cat cancers and other terminal crap but someone needs to cut it the fuck out because it's not funny. At all.
I did finally finish the draft of Maybe She's Born With It (Maybe It's Malachy) on Friday, and Saturday was supposed to be the day of writing the synopsis for Starlight but that damn well didn't happen, and instead I got to spend the entire day either at a capoeira class of one or setting up the new work computer. Which was a disappointing way to spend a Saturday. But Sunday I got in pokewalking and synopsizing and cooking and not very much cleaning but the books put away and the coffee table cleaned off, which was important cleaning. So that was good.
Nngh I would like not to have woken up at 5 in the morning with nightmares. I already went to bed with a slight headache, just enough to make it difficult to concentrate which I think is just exhaustion and heat two days in a row. (First, walking from capoeira to work in ridiculous heat and humidity with a heavy bag since I had to take breakfast and all my capoeira stuff, then doing pokewalk around at the heat of the day which was my own damn fault but still.) And then I woke up at five in the morning after some really awful nightmares in which some entitled white boy was stalking me with a knife and took the responding cop's gun and shot him with it and something else where I was hiding in a room to protect a couple other people, one of whom was injured, so I couldn't just walk out and stab him although I clearly wanted to because my KA-Bar was right there. I just. Nightmares, man.
I have three computers I'm working from at work now. The main one that's still connected to everything but can't run any shipping software anymore, the laptop that runs one shipping software, the new desktop that only runs one shipping software and can't connect to everything it needs to at the same time because insufficient hardware (the hardware is on its way, it's just taking a bit). So I feel like a character in a hacker movie and I keep grabbing for the wrong mouse for the screen I'm working from. It's funny the first few times.
But mostly I'm just tired and sleepy and I want to go home and take off my pants and bra and write and sleep and read. I'm having one of those weeks where if we had universal basic income I would feel so recharged, and and since we don't I'm exhausted. I don't even dislike my job! It just doesn't recharge me nearly as well as writing and reading. Meh.
I did finally finish the draft of Maybe She's Born With It (Maybe It's Malachy) on Friday, and Saturday was supposed to be the day of writing the synopsis for Starlight but that damn well didn't happen, and instead I got to spend the entire day either at a capoeira class of one or setting up the new work computer. Which was a disappointing way to spend a Saturday. But Sunday I got in pokewalking and synopsizing and cooking and not very much cleaning but the books put away and the coffee table cleaned off, which was important cleaning. So that was good.
Nngh I would like not to have woken up at 5 in the morning with nightmares. I already went to bed with a slight headache, just enough to make it difficult to concentrate which I think is just exhaustion and heat two days in a row. (First, walking from capoeira to work in ridiculous heat and humidity with a heavy bag since I had to take breakfast and all my capoeira stuff, then doing pokewalk around at the heat of the day which was my own damn fault but still.) And then I woke up at five in the morning after some really awful nightmares in which some entitled white boy was stalking me with a knife and took the responding cop's gun and shot him with it and something else where I was hiding in a room to protect a couple other people, one of whom was injured, so I couldn't just walk out and stab him although I clearly wanted to because my KA-Bar was right there. I just. Nightmares, man.
I have three computers I'm working from at work now. The main one that's still connected to everything but can't run any shipping software anymore, the laptop that runs one shipping software, the new desktop that only runs one shipping software and can't connect to everything it needs to at the same time because insufficient hardware (the hardware is on its way, it's just taking a bit). So I feel like a character in a hacker movie and I keep grabbing for the wrong mouse for the screen I'm working from. It's funny the first few times.
But mostly I'm just tired and sleepy and I want to go home and take off my pants and bra and write and sleep and read. I'm having one of those weeks where if we had universal basic income I would feel so recharged, and and since we don't I'm exhausted. I don't even dislike my job! It just doesn't recharge me nearly as well as writing and reading. Meh.