(Look, I lost track of this, okay? I do know that it’s now Wednesday.) (wow.) I’m actually prepared for this week. Well, as prepared as I can be, seeing it’s the last week of school. I’ve got smoothies in the freezer, ready for a slight defrosting and dumping into a bowl to throw granola and […]
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I’ve fallen into it lately, though. The just-waiting-for-the-weekend thing. Life is difficult right now (and I don’t even have most of the HUGE challenges facing so many, like trying to care for small children through this, or having to work in small spaces with idiots not taking this seriously, or being unemployed and facing eviction. God, this is a f*cking mess and it didn’t have to be anywhere near this bad!)
It’s almost bedtime, and I categorically deny having spent at least an hour tonight on YouTube videos, trying to figure out what forest animal gets rescued in this scene I’m editing. I also didn’t spend an hour making ramen that honestly wasn’t much better than what you get in the ten-cent packages. (It also wasn’t
List-tackling today did not go well. As my friend Debbie pointed out, growing a list too much makes it overwhelming. Also, the things I was trying hardest to do today–drain and flush the water heater, and fix the hole in the wall–did not really want to be done. I hurt my arm trying to make
Well, technically the cat is here, her handmaiden is away. But whatever. The roomie is out of town. It doesn’t happen often, that she leaves and I don’t. Last time, I don’t think I did much except what I always do–keep the house running. Which isn’t really fair–when I go out of town, the roomie
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I’ve been thinking this at myself lately, because it’s really not helpful to go beating myself up for my mistakes. I know what I want to do, and I’m trying to do it. Getting mad at screw-ups doesn’t help in the slightest. So. It’s just a rehearsal. Not to excuse lack of trying–to tell myself
Hello, blog-world! I’m coming back, I swear! I survived my semester, and now I’m knocking through my to-do list†and reacquainting myself with my life. Making a list of my still-viable writing projects, too, because I’m going to get this writing career thing moving. Gotta get my ass in gear. Right now, though, I should