Better this week.
So, last week I didn't eat enough. This week, I've been eating more and my mood's improved.
Also, when I finished the craft fair, my mood's improved. I need to remember that 48+ work week PLUS trying to make stuff constantly is just TOO DAMNED MUCH. The relief was immediate.
I managed to have 2 dates that involved funsexytimes. As much as having dates which are mostly cuddling and sleeping are nice, I had missed funsexytimes.
I also upped my meds. My plan is to reduce my dose again in March, when the sun comes back.
Uhm, stuff? Work at both my jobs is good. I'm wrapping up things at my old job, and feeling like I've gotten used to the new job. I will miss the film fest folks, but sometimes the personalities all got a bit much - I'm used to a bit more detached 'professionalism' and compartimentalization at work. Not that people aren't professionals, and that there's isn't SOME compartmentalization, more that borderline introvert me was often a bit overwhelmed by working there.
I'm looking forward to more money. Part of me feels it's a bit shameful to say that, but there's nothing wrong with knowing you'll always have enough to pay the bills AND buy groceries and start to chip away at debt, if you're careful.
I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with the suspension of habeas corpus in the USA, and the omnibus crime bill happening up here. And the crackdown on the Occupy camps. I'm scared. My roommate hugged me when I told him that tomorrow I'm going to focus on yoga and baking, cuz I don't think I can handle it anymore.
I feel like I should write about my summerfling and how it's playing out. I realise that I should talk to her about being annoyed at the end of our thing, but it feels...like too much work, with probably little positive outcome. I'll see. She wants to have tea in a couple weeks, so I think I'll tell her then. I realised that basically she did some immature faux-pas type moves at the end of our thing, and if nothing else, her future experiences might play out better if someone says "look, this is not a great way to conduct yourself, it makes breaking up with someone potentially much more painful than necessary."
I'm starting to plan for Christmas, mostly what I'll make for the folks I'll be sharing Christmas morning with. I'm actually starting to look forward to it, which feels scary and vulnerable - and will probably be awesome in the end.
Also, when I finished the craft fair, my mood's improved. I need to remember that 48+ work week PLUS trying to make stuff constantly is just TOO DAMNED MUCH. The relief was immediate.
I managed to have 2 dates that involved funsexytimes. As much as having dates which are mostly cuddling and sleeping are nice, I had missed funsexytimes.
I also upped my meds. My plan is to reduce my dose again in March, when the sun comes back.
Uhm, stuff? Work at both my jobs is good. I'm wrapping up things at my old job, and feeling like I've gotten used to the new job. I will miss the film fest folks, but sometimes the personalities all got a bit much - I'm used to a bit more detached 'professionalism' and compartimentalization at work. Not that people aren't professionals, and that there's isn't SOME compartmentalization, more that borderline introvert me was often a bit overwhelmed by working there.
I'm looking forward to more money. Part of me feels it's a bit shameful to say that, but there's nothing wrong with knowing you'll always have enough to pay the bills AND buy groceries and start to chip away at debt, if you're careful.
I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with the suspension of habeas corpus in the USA, and the omnibus crime bill happening up here. And the crackdown on the Occupy camps. I'm scared. My roommate hugged me when I told him that tomorrow I'm going to focus on yoga and baking, cuz I don't think I can handle it anymore.
I feel like I should write about my summerfling and how it's playing out. I realise that I should talk to her about being annoyed at the end of our thing, but it feels...like too much work, with probably little positive outcome. I'll see. She wants to have tea in a couple weeks, so I think I'll tell her then. I realised that basically she did some immature faux-pas type moves at the end of our thing, and if nothing else, her future experiences might play out better if someone says "look, this is not a great way to conduct yourself, it makes breaking up with someone potentially much more painful than necessary."
I'm starting to plan for Christmas, mostly what I'll make for the folks I'll be sharing Christmas morning with. I'm actually starting to look forward to it, which feels scary and vulnerable - and will probably be awesome in the end.