Not nearly as telling as need be.
NaNoWriMo is interfering with my thinking time, I find. I can't chose to quit NaNo-now now, that I've done so much already, but also, I'm finding that my thoughts about myself are getting fuzzier and fuzzier. I feel like I'm being surrounded by a nebulous cloud of thoughts, and-there goes another few lines of thought for NaNoWriMo-also, I'm finding that what little thinking I am managing, I'm doing very badly. Thinking is almost like a process of weaving; first, you gather the woolly thoughts, then you spin the thoughts into individual threads, and finally, you weave them together into a coherent tapestry. Dying with bias is optional. (Actually, cutting on a bias line is a real term used in textiles-but nevermind that.) Now, though, I feel like I'm gathering rough handfuls of thought, vaguely shaping them together into chunks of 'thread', and shoving them together until I get a mass of fluff approximating a very flat and compressed cloud.
Recently, I had a dream in which someone close to me was replaced by an archetypal character. They still held the place that they had in my life, but they were not themselves, and of course, this worked, seeing as it was a dream.
It was one of the longest dreams that I've ever had, though not quite the most vivid. I should probably reflect upon it, but there seems to be no time to do so.
Well, the sleeping person in the CSSS lounge just woke up, and someone talking has come in, so there goes quiet thinking time.
This is quite bad, as I've neglected plenty of things, and soon, whole parts of my life will fall into decay and fall from the entity 'Angelina' to the point where they're no longer part of me; there is unfortunately a difference between the important and the urgent, and neglecting everything important not urgent seems rather dangerous. :/ A while ago, ___sasuka suggested that I needed a day off, which, upon further reflection, seems a really good idea; however, my closest day off comes on...November the 25th. Anyway, if I planned out a day just to do nothing, I'll probably end up cleaning my entire apartment space, organizing everything into folders, and going crazy thinking about everything else that I should have done long ago, as well as everything else that I should be doing at this very moment.
And I'm not even sure I'll get that day off, as my father's coming back from China on that day.
Why do I need thinking time for myself? Ah, right. Sometimes, I forget that thinking about myself is intrinsically related to living my life.
Edit: Monday, no econ. Just as I was complaining about no time, too.
Recently, I had a dream in which someone close to me was replaced by an archetypal character. They still held the place that they had in my life, but they were not themselves, and of course, this worked, seeing as it was a dream.
It was one of the longest dreams that I've ever had, though not quite the most vivid. I should probably reflect upon it, but there seems to be no time to do so.
Well, the sleeping person in the CSSS lounge just woke up, and someone talking has come in, so there goes quiet thinking time.
This is quite bad, as I've neglected plenty of things, and soon, whole parts of my life will fall into decay and fall from the entity 'Angelina' to the point where they're no longer part of me; there is unfortunately a difference between the important and the urgent, and neglecting everything important not urgent seems rather dangerous. :/ A while ago, ___sasuka suggested that I needed a day off, which, upon further reflection, seems a really good idea; however, my closest day off comes on...November the 25th. Anyway, if I planned out a day just to do nothing, I'll probably end up cleaning my entire apartment space, organizing everything into folders, and going crazy thinking about everything else that I should have done long ago, as well as everything else that I should be doing at this very moment.
And I'm not even sure I'll get that day off, as my father's coming back from China on that day.
Why do I need thinking time for myself? Ah, right. Sometimes, I forget that thinking about myself is intrinsically related to living my life.
Edit: Monday, no econ. Just as I was complaining about no time, too.