...don't panic?
Today's menu offers panic, with a side of paranoia and despair.
...Yes, er, guess what goes in the post tomorrow? Hint: it starts with admissions and ends with letters. Or possibly it just ends with despair and dying penniless and alone. Am thinking that two successive cups of coffee was a dreadful idea.
So if I eat my weight in cookies again today, or begin to drown inside from the sheer amount of tea I will probably consume in the next several days, well.
(But... my transcripts tell you that I taught myself Sindarin! And how to reconstruct roots words and grammar from obscure clues! And my college application clearly states that I have an actual plan for my education, which... looks good, right? And... I do. And it is a plan that I am very excited about.)
I think I am going to go burrow deep into the ground.
Also I really want bread. Proper bread, not thinly sliced nonsense from the grocery store that isn't even any good without some hefty lunchmeat. And I want to be able to sleep normally, and I want to live in a place with MULTIPLE LIBRARIES and very smooth and quick inter-library loan systems and none of this absurdity about waiting six months after publication before they can get a book for me. (It's been getting worse, as I've been hanging out with real proper writers on the internet lately! And they sometimes get ARCs, and get me all excited about books coming out, which I cannot read even then because my library won't get them and I do not have the money to buy brand new books. Especially not lots of them. There really ought to be a Netflix for books.) Also I want some tiny tiny fluffy vampire kittens (they will be kittens FOREVER) and a pillow that never goes flat and a bacon tree and Sherlock Holmes on DVD but not for whatever new DVDs are going for these days (hint: even more than new books) and The Demon's Covenant and a treehouse and to ride the subway and a ticket to someplace fascinating. And some more chocolate. And Neipalm tea.
I just can't... think about it. Except I can't think about anything else. My brain sort of... gets overheated and dizzy and flinches away. Except, you know, constantly. And I've been inexplicably... weird all week. 'Weird', because it isn't queasy, or dizzy, only... peculiar.
Right. Going back to digging that tunnel in the yard, and not dreaming about Boston or colleges or anything at all. :S
...Yes, er, guess what goes in the post tomorrow? Hint: it starts with admissions and ends with letters. Or possibly it just ends with despair and dying penniless and alone. Am thinking that two successive cups of coffee was a dreadful idea.
So if I eat my weight in cookies again today, or begin to drown inside from the sheer amount of tea I will probably consume in the next several days, well.
(But... my transcripts tell you that I taught myself Sindarin! And how to reconstruct roots words and grammar from obscure clues! And my college application clearly states that I have an actual plan for my education, which... looks good, right? And... I do. And it is a plan that I am very excited about.)
I think I am going to go burrow deep into the ground.
Also I really want bread. Proper bread, not thinly sliced nonsense from the grocery store that isn't even any good without some hefty lunchmeat. And I want to be able to sleep normally, and I want to live in a place with MULTIPLE LIBRARIES and very smooth and quick inter-library loan systems and none of this absurdity about waiting six months after publication before they can get a book for me. (It's been getting worse, as I've been hanging out with real proper writers on the internet lately! And they sometimes get ARCs, and get me all excited about books coming out, which I cannot read even then because my library won't get them and I do not have the money to buy brand new books. Especially not lots of them. There really ought to be a Netflix for books.) Also I want some tiny tiny fluffy vampire kittens (they will be kittens FOREVER) and a pillow that never goes flat and a bacon tree and Sherlock Holmes on DVD but not for whatever new DVDs are going for these days (hint: even more than new books) and The Demon's Covenant and a treehouse and to ride the subway and a ticket to someplace fascinating. And some more chocolate. And Neipalm tea.
I just can't... think about it. Except I can't think about anything else. My brain sort of... gets overheated and dizzy and flinches away. Except, you know, constantly. And I've been inexplicably... weird all week. 'Weird', because it isn't queasy, or dizzy, only... peculiar.
Right. Going back to digging that tunnel in the yard, and not dreaming about Boston or colleges or anything at all. :S