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Jun. 7th, 2011 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeNo Russian today. I can't focus on the Russian right now, not with what happened. It is very, very strange going back to routines after a long weekend off. Very strange. Still kind of celebrating my victory talking to Misha in Russian, while at the same time trying not to think about it too much because if I think about it I will completely freak right the fuck out about making a fool of myself at the actors. Or something. It'll take me a while to get over that, I think. That said, I wasn't nearly as bad as I might have been a while ago. I think.
Damn, I really have no ability to analyze objectively when it comes to that sort of thing.
I got a lot of sleep last night. Then dozed off in the bus (which was its own sort of fiasco, dear lord.) Then pretty much went to bed almost as soon as I got home, after a brief stop-over at a drive-through so the boy could get some dinner. I have had so much sleep. Which is probably why I'm at all as alert as I am, but damn, I could use some introvert time just to hang out in the house and hide. Sadly, I don't think I'll get it until tonight. And then a day later this weekend.
Dude, this is why you don't give actors or anyone your twitter, your email, whatever. Then you're constantly freaking out and being all, are they going to follow me? What do I do if they do contact me? Nah, they won't remember me. They won't remember me. They won't. But what if they do? Stop thinking about it. It doesn't do any good to dwell on it. Which works for about five, ten minutes, and then it's all, what the hell? Why did I give him my Twitter name? He's just going to throw it out. Stop thinking about it.
Ugh. I need to get dressed for work and stop freaking out. Get dressed, pack my lunch, figure out what else I'm going to do this week while I walk over. Pick up a little bit more is on the list maybe for Wednesday, and get the mattress on the bed in the craft room. Oof. I think my brain and my adrenaline glands are still trying to be going at full bore while the rest of me is going crash already! I disapprove.
Damn, I really have no ability to analyze objectively when it comes to that sort of thing.
I got a lot of sleep last night. Then dozed off in the bus (which was its own sort of fiasco, dear lord.) Then pretty much went to bed almost as soon as I got home, after a brief stop-over at a drive-through so the boy could get some dinner. I have had so much sleep. Which is probably why I'm at all as alert as I am, but damn, I could use some introvert time just to hang out in the house and hide. Sadly, I don't think I'll get it until tonight. And then a day later this weekend.
Dude, this is why you don't give actors or anyone your twitter, your email, whatever. Then you're constantly freaking out and being all, are they going to follow me? What do I do if they do contact me? Nah, they won't remember me. They won't remember me. They won't. But what if they do? Stop thinking about it. It doesn't do any good to dwell on it. Which works for about five, ten minutes, and then it's all, what the hell? Why did I give him my Twitter name? He's just going to throw it out. Stop thinking about it.
Ugh. I need to get dressed for work and stop freaking out. Get dressed, pack my lunch, figure out what else I'm going to do this week while I walk over. Pick up a little bit more is on the list maybe for Wednesday, and get the mattress on the bed in the craft room. Oof. I think my brain and my adrenaline glands are still trying to be going at full bore while the rest of me is going crash already! I disapprove.