Endnote, the destroyer of souls
No offense to the makers of the endnote program. To be sure, it is a fine and useful program, however, if you spend between 4 and 6 hours a day working on it, it will melt your soul into a pathetic sniveling pile on the floor. And 4 to 6 hours a day, 4 days a week, is exactly what I do. This week has taken a heavier toll than usual for what reason, I can't say.
I'm now in the process of trying to mop my soul up off the floor and insert it back into myself so I can actually care enough about working on MY stuff to actually work on it. I'm especially pissed off with myself because with all of the endnote, I've allowed two people, who are worthless but full of themselves, get the best of me. I've allowed myself to feel like I'm not as good as they are and that I can't do as well as them, which isn't true. So I'm pissed at myself for that. Really pissed. Mostly because I'm not sure how to make it stop while I'm fighting to keep my soul away from one of them and the horrible endnote program. Gah!
I finally made it back to my knitting group tonight, only to find that only one of the ladies was there and she had to leave shortly after I arrived. So I stayed for a while because there was live music and it wasn't horrible. Then it turned into a sing-along at which point I had to leave lest I vomit in public. So sadly, no solace there.
On the upside, the hat is done and fits well! I'm working on the scarf again, it's due to be the bane of my existence, and I *think* my sock needles are in the mail. Other than that, I had to drop 30 bucks for a new keyboard for the office cause I spilled coffee all over the old one and it decided to stop working, and I also got a new big ben alarm clock (wind-up this time) because the alarm on my old one quit working, and I need to stop using an alarm with a snooze because I'll just keep hitting the snooze button for hours if possible.
I'll stop now.
I'm now in the process of trying to mop my soul up off the floor and insert it back into myself so I can actually care enough about working on MY stuff to actually work on it. I'm especially pissed off with myself because with all of the endnote, I've allowed two people, who are worthless but full of themselves, get the best of me. I've allowed myself to feel like I'm not as good as they are and that I can't do as well as them, which isn't true. So I'm pissed at myself for that. Really pissed. Mostly because I'm not sure how to make it stop while I'm fighting to keep my soul away from one of them and the horrible endnote program. Gah!
I finally made it back to my knitting group tonight, only to find that only one of the ladies was there and she had to leave shortly after I arrived. So I stayed for a while because there was live music and it wasn't horrible. Then it turned into a sing-along at which point I had to leave lest I vomit in public. So sadly, no solace there.
On the upside, the hat is done and fits well! I'm working on the scarf again, it's due to be the bane of my existence, and I *think* my sock needles are in the mail. Other than that, I had to drop 30 bucks for a new keyboard for the office cause I spilled coffee all over the old one and it decided to stop working, and I also got a new big ben alarm clock (wind-up this time) because the alarm on my old one quit working, and I need to stop using an alarm with a snooze because I'll just keep hitting the snooze button for hours if possible.
I'll stop now.