whew (a disjointed series of thoughts)
Yeah, I fell off the face of the planet last week. I was hideously sick from Thursday night through Monday (I am now in the lingering-cough phase). As a result, I basically got nothing done all week except lying on the couch and playing FF14, other than dragging my sorry carcass to work.
I'm stressing out about work a lot right now, though at least I managed to logic myself out of a panic attack this evening. It was a near thing, though.
I spent this past weekend back home with my parents, by way of visiting
celeloriel. I made new friends, which I'm extremely excited about because they are awesome, and I got to spend some time with my parents, which is always good. The flights even weren't too bad; I think the escitalopram is helping with that. (Though I did have a case of the colossally stupid on Thursday and took Mucinex DM, which one really oughtn't with escitalopram, but it does not appear to have done me lasting harm. I am really not used to looking for drug interactions and I need to get on that.)
I watched a few games of the World Series and I'm starting to have baseball feelings again, which is going to be a big problem if I cannot somehow find a way to watch the Orioles or the Nationals here, because like hell I am putting myself through the misery of buying into the myth that a Chicago team will shed their cloak of incompetence and misfortune and rise above. It is not to be. (That one Series was a fluke, and you will not convince me otherwise. this is Chicago. Our baseball failures are legendary.)
This week is already shaping up to be deathly busy, and I'm just crossing my fingers to get through til Friday without a breakdown.
I'm not doing NaNoWriMo formally this year; I think after last year it became very clear that I no longer have a healthy relationship with it (if indeed I ever did) and I cannot be trusted to treat myself with any kind of respect when I am doing it. Until I think that's likely, I won't do NaNo. However, I do enjoy the community spirit and collective productivity of NaNo, so I'm going to spend the month editing, with the goal of sending out a novel to agents in December. I will do it.
I'm behind on
moogle_university (no one is surprised) and I'm trying to be okay with that. It's working rather well. Maybe I have learned something this year after all.
The first Dead City mainstage game of the year is on Saturday and I feel woefully incompetent, still. It's not that I doubt my ability to come up with things or process ST work, it's just that when my decisions affect more people than me, I become convinced I am the worst of the ST group. I can handle fucking up when I run tabletop. I'm not sure about this, though. (Great time to freak out about that, self. Well done.)
Off to handle tonight's adventures.
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I'm stressing out about work a lot right now, though at least I managed to logic myself out of a panic attack this evening. It was a near thing, though.
I spent this past weekend back home with my parents, by way of visiting
celeloriel. I made new friends, which I'm extremely excited about because they are awesome, and I got to spend some time with my parents, which is always good. The flights even weren't too bad; I think the escitalopram is helping with that. (Though I did have a case of the colossally stupid on Thursday and took Mucinex DM, which one really oughtn't with escitalopram, but it does not appear to have done me lasting harm. I am really not used to looking for drug interactions and I need to get on that.)
I watched a few games of the World Series and I'm starting to have baseball feelings again, which is going to be a big problem if I cannot somehow find a way to watch the Orioles or the Nationals here, because like hell I am putting myself through the misery of buying into the myth that a Chicago team will shed their cloak of incompetence and misfortune and rise above. It is not to be. (That one Series was a fluke, and you will not convince me otherwise. this is Chicago. Our baseball failures are legendary.)
This week is already shaping up to be deathly busy, and I'm just crossing my fingers to get through til Friday without a breakdown.
I'm not doing NaNoWriMo formally this year; I think after last year it became very clear that I no longer have a healthy relationship with it (if indeed I ever did) and I cannot be trusted to treat myself with any kind of respect when I am doing it. Until I think that's likely, I won't do NaNo. However, I do enjoy the community spirit and collective productivity of NaNo, so I'm going to spend the month editing, with the goal of sending out a novel to agents in December. I will do it.
I'm behind on
moogle_university (no one is surprised) and I'm trying to be okay with that. It's working rather well. Maybe I have learned something this year after all.
The first Dead City mainstage game of the year is on Saturday and I feel woefully incompetent, still. It's not that I doubt my ability to come up with things or process ST work, it's just that when my decisions affect more people than me, I become convinced I am the worst of the ST group. I can handle fucking up when I run tabletop. I'm not sure about this, though. (Great time to freak out about that, self. Well done.)
Off to handle tonight's adventures.
I've posted this at http://lassarina.dreamwidth.org/1099243.html and you may comment there or here. On Dreamwidth, this entry has
comments.