Tiny recoveries
Ok. Today was a marked improvement over yesterday... I have almost something like a passable grip on the work I'm behind on (that I have to turn in tomorrow). I'll be able to pull it out; I always do. Last Thursday - the day off I planned to do most of this assignment on and the last one I had prior to leaving this Friday for Iowa - was a shitty day too, and I... didn't get any of it done. Well, no, I did a couple of calls but not nearly enough. Today was more productive even if I was fitting it into the cracks. Desperately. The emotional state of the last several days, though, has been one where I feel like I'm barely holding on, even if I'm not wholly sure why. It's just been one of those down swings... I've gone from failing to have hope in the future to just doing my best not to think of it at all until its over and I can be a little more positive. If I were making any plans, of course, this would grind things to a total halt. Maybe, on the other hand, if I were making any plans I wouldn't feel this way.
I pickled my stomach with caffeine today and was still falling asleep on my feet by about four. I guess that's what I get. On the other hand, I finished We Have Always Lived in the Castle; marvelous. Having taken some time away from reading heavily due to being so horrifically scatterbrained I couldn't keep a thought in my head for too high a number of months, I'd almost forgotten how distracting the insatiable desire to read is when I have so much god damn other stuff to do. The Iowa portion of my mid-west trip is probably going to be very quiet, big-scheme; I'll have to take a couple of books (along with, of course, the work of friends to read: mermaidrain's short stories, the novel of lizard115 which I'm halfway through and loving, and the novel of alaskanmermaid which I'm extremely excited about) and actually sit down with them.
I pickled my stomach with caffeine today and was still falling asleep on my feet by about four. I guess that's what I get. On the other hand, I finished We Have Always Lived in the Castle; marvelous. Having taken some time away from reading heavily due to being so horrifically scatterbrained I couldn't keep a thought in my head for too high a number of months, I'd almost forgotten how distracting the insatiable desire to read is when I have so much god damn other stuff to do. The Iowa portion of my mid-west trip is probably going to be very quiet, big-scheme; I'll have to take a couple of books (along with, of course, the work of friends to read: mermaidrain's short stories, the novel of lizard115 which I'm halfway through and loving, and the novel of alaskanmermaid which I'm extremely excited about) and actually sit down with them.