Thursday update of cranxiety
See how I just made that word up? Crankiness and anxiety, both of which I'm suffering from today. Though it also kind of looks as if it could mean anxiety over cranberry products.
I woke up in a crap mood this morning. Apparently the incredible musical interlude of last night's Leonard Cohen concert wasn't enough to shake off the mood I've been in all week. Work has been really annoying-going through the Worst Book Evar for something like the eighth time, and am so, so tired of it. Today I'm taking a break from the WBE to do some more mindless work that needs doing. That's helping. It also helped me to notice that I'm heading into placebo week, which means much of my cranktasticness is PMS. Anyway, that's the cranky.
The anxiety stems from the fact that I'm moving into Marc's for about a month starting tomorrow, and apparently I'm not as zen as I thought I was. Just, like… Packing anxiety, cat anxiety, worrying-that-we-won't-get-along anxiety. Annoyed that we've been planning this for six weeks but he hasn't done any of the things he said he would to prepare, so we're going to spend Saturday cleaning and clearing out space. I'm trying not to be bitchy (internally or externally) about that because it's not as if he's had time to do any preparation-he put in a 60 hour work week in three and a half work days last week, then flew to CA to visit my mother last weekend. He has a point, too-sometimes it's better to wait till you're in the situation to start rearranging things because then at least you know what you're working with. And I'm sure it will all be fine, I'm just, like, can we be done with the transition already?
Oh, also, work. It's just annoying now (see above, re: WBE), but June is going to be nuts. I have four manuscripts set to come in between May 26 and June 8, one of which is our second-biggest seller and absolutely has to go through as fast as possible. Of course, the intense part of its schedule matches the week I'll be in class all day on the weekends before and after and from 5:30 to 9 four of the five weeknights. Last year I put in a 60-hour week to get this book done. If I have to do that again, I'll have to put in the extra time in the mornings. Ugh. Whatever. I'll get through it, as I have no other choice, and I'll sleep afterwards.
And now for something good, to counteract:
Marc took me to see Leonard Cohen last night. It was simply stunning. Seventy-fiveish, that man ("It's been a long time since I stood on a stage in Chicago. It was fourteen or fifteen years ago. I was sixty years old, just a kid with a crazy dream."), and his voice is just silken and seductive and … um, yeah. Also very, very spry. He skipped every time he came on or off stage. Which was often because the show was broken into two long sets, and he gave three encores. I was particularly amused at the freaky similarity between his introduction to "Tower of Song," on which he accompanied himself on a synthesizer playing a very simple preset bass line. It was very much like Jemaine's intro to "Carol Brown," where he showed off his new synthesizer, which he taught to play a catchy little number called "March," and then "made up" a tune called "Rock 1" to serve as background for the song. Anyway, the audience was hyper-appreciative last night, and he was so generous and gracious. (Though, argh, I had to switch seats with Marc to keep from slapping the woman next to me, who insisted on singing not-quite under her breath. And then there was the couple who apparently spent all their money on the tickets and couldn't cough up forty bucks for a babysitter and so brought their INFANT DAUGHTER, who cried regularly. Tip for stupid parents: Standing in the doorway of the auditorium does, indeed, spare the people seated next to you from the annoyance of your child whining and crying over this once-in-a-lifetime performance; however, you might notice that there are several hundred people seated very close to the doors, and they find the distraction just as annoying. Idiots.)
While I'm updating RL stuff (all I do anymore, geez), the trip to my mom's went well. Marc liked my friends, and they liked him. Also, I got an A in my class, and the teacher who graded my final (we had two co-teachers) said my booktalk presentation was one of the best they'd ever seen in their class. Which is nice to hear.
Show! Show is on tonight!
Oh, other news. I set up a Dreamwidth account (thanks for the invite, Rachel). I'm hiyacynth there, too. Like most LJ folk I've seen doing the DW thing, I'm not really planning a move, but I want the option in case everyone migrates. I may eventually do something different there (or here?), but for now it's a placeholder until I get the time to figure things out.
Okay. Back to my formatting and solutions manual. I have vowed not to work on the WBE today.
Later, gators.
I woke up in a crap mood this morning. Apparently the incredible musical interlude of last night's Leonard Cohen concert wasn't enough to shake off the mood I've been in all week. Work has been really annoying-going through the Worst Book Evar for something like the eighth time, and am so, so tired of it. Today I'm taking a break from the WBE to do some more mindless work that needs doing. That's helping. It also helped me to notice that I'm heading into placebo week, which means much of my cranktasticness is PMS. Anyway, that's the cranky.
The anxiety stems from the fact that I'm moving into Marc's for about a month starting tomorrow, and apparently I'm not as zen as I thought I was. Just, like… Packing anxiety, cat anxiety, worrying-that-we-won't-get-along anxiety. Annoyed that we've been planning this for six weeks but he hasn't done any of the things he said he would to prepare, so we're going to spend Saturday cleaning and clearing out space. I'm trying not to be bitchy (internally or externally) about that because it's not as if he's had time to do any preparation-he put in a 60 hour work week in three and a half work days last week, then flew to CA to visit my mother last weekend. He has a point, too-sometimes it's better to wait till you're in the situation to start rearranging things because then at least you know what you're working with. And I'm sure it will all be fine, I'm just, like, can we be done with the transition already?
Oh, also, work. It's just annoying now (see above, re: WBE), but June is going to be nuts. I have four manuscripts set to come in between May 26 and June 8, one of which is our second-biggest seller and absolutely has to go through as fast as possible. Of course, the intense part of its schedule matches the week I'll be in class all day on the weekends before and after and from 5:30 to 9 four of the five weeknights. Last year I put in a 60-hour week to get this book done. If I have to do that again, I'll have to put in the extra time in the mornings. Ugh. Whatever. I'll get through it, as I have no other choice, and I'll sleep afterwards.
And now for something good, to counteract:
Marc took me to see Leonard Cohen last night. It was simply stunning. Seventy-fiveish, that man ("It's been a long time since I stood on a stage in Chicago. It was fourteen or fifteen years ago. I was sixty years old, just a kid with a crazy dream."), and his voice is just silken and seductive and … um, yeah. Also very, very spry. He skipped every time he came on or off stage. Which was often because the show was broken into two long sets, and he gave three encores. I was particularly amused at the freaky similarity between his introduction to "Tower of Song," on which he accompanied himself on a synthesizer playing a very simple preset bass line. It was very much like Jemaine's intro to "Carol Brown," where he showed off his new synthesizer, which he taught to play a catchy little number called "March," and then "made up" a tune called "Rock 1" to serve as background for the song. Anyway, the audience was hyper-appreciative last night, and he was so generous and gracious. (Though, argh, I had to switch seats with Marc to keep from slapping the woman next to me, who insisted on singing not-quite under her breath. And then there was the couple who apparently spent all their money on the tickets and couldn't cough up forty bucks for a babysitter and so brought their INFANT DAUGHTER, who cried regularly. Tip for stupid parents: Standing in the doorway of the auditorium does, indeed, spare the people seated next to you from the annoyance of your child whining and crying over this once-in-a-lifetime performance; however, you might notice that there are several hundred people seated very close to the doors, and they find the distraction just as annoying. Idiots.)
While I'm updating RL stuff (all I do anymore, geez), the trip to my mom's went well. Marc liked my friends, and they liked him. Also, I got an A in my class, and the teacher who graded my final (we had two co-teachers) said my booktalk presentation was one of the best they'd ever seen in their class. Which is nice to hear.
Show! Show is on tonight!
Oh, other news. I set up a Dreamwidth account (thanks for the invite, Rachel). I'm hiyacynth there, too. Like most LJ folk I've seen doing the DW thing, I'm not really planning a move, but I want the option in case everyone migrates. I may eventually do something different there (or here?), but for now it's a placeholder until I get the time to figure things out.
Okay. Back to my formatting and solutions manual. I have vowed not to work on the WBE today.
Later, gators.