disjointedly overthinking everything
So I'm drawing near completion of this sewing project that I've been working on, and of course my immediate reaction is to go "oh, I wonder what other kinds of things I could make?" (We're not talking about the reasonably large pile of potential projects already in my sewing box because we just aren't, okay, I don't do well with single-focus things.) So this led to opening a browser and looking at kits, and THAT led to four of them in my shopping cart, which I cut down severely from the ten I originally was eyeing, and also stopped myself from buying any latch-hooking kits because I have nowhere to put such things and even if I did, the cats would probably pee on it and then I might have to kill them so we just won't provide the temptation.
I have no sense and also like to overburden myself: A Rina Story.
(I refuse, absolutely flat fucking refuse, to do any of them on a timeline. I'm never doing this to myself again. if I ever say I'm going to finish a piece for someone in time for $occasion please remind me of the past twelve months and how I'm never, ever, ever to do this again.)
But I can sew a picture of the Aurora Borealis! And an autumn faerie! And butterflies! This is very important to me, okay. And there were coupons.
In other news, I went to get a massage last night since my Massage Envy membership had piled up 6 unused sessions; I'm planning on using one a week in November because that's generally how I roll during NaNoWriMo, but as it turns out spending 3 days straight hunched over a piece of embroidery does unkind things to my neck and shoulders, so I figured I'd get that worked on. It's always fascinating to me how different therapists have different styles; the person I usually see wasn't available, so I had someone else, and it's not that one is better than the other, just different. The person I saw yesterday does more active/moving limbs around to stretch them out kind of stuff, where the person I usually see doesn't do as much of that, but has different patterns of movement. it's just very interesting to me the different ways humans develop to get our bodies to feel better after we abuse them.
DCP starts on Saturday, and I am starting to get really nervous about playing my pop-idol glitterbomb disaster, because I am afraid I will mess it up hideously and also I am questioning my own motives in wanting to play this character instead of something else, and basically I am overthinking it like a fucking champ. AUGH.
Okay. Time to go start dinner and then see if tonight is more cleaning out the TiVo or if video games. It should be TiVo because I should be sewing, but I kind of want to say "fuck it." On the other hand, if video games are tomorrow I can play more of them because Friday.
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I have no sense and also like to overburden myself: A Rina Story.
(I refuse, absolutely flat fucking refuse, to do any of them on a timeline. I'm never doing this to myself again. if I ever say I'm going to finish a piece for someone in time for $occasion please remind me of the past twelve months and how I'm never, ever, ever to do this again.)
But I can sew a picture of the Aurora Borealis! And an autumn faerie! And butterflies! This is very important to me, okay. And there were coupons.
In other news, I went to get a massage last night since my Massage Envy membership had piled up 6 unused sessions; I'm planning on using one a week in November because that's generally how I roll during NaNoWriMo, but as it turns out spending 3 days straight hunched over a piece of embroidery does unkind things to my neck and shoulders, so I figured I'd get that worked on. It's always fascinating to me how different therapists have different styles; the person I usually see wasn't available, so I had someone else, and it's not that one is better than the other, just different. The person I saw yesterday does more active/moving limbs around to stretch them out kind of stuff, where the person I usually see doesn't do as much of that, but has different patterns of movement. it's just very interesting to me the different ways humans develop to get our bodies to feel better after we abuse them.
DCP starts on Saturday, and I am starting to get really nervous about playing my pop-idol glitterbomb disaster, because I am afraid I will mess it up hideously and also I am questioning my own motives in wanting to play this character instead of something else, and basically I am overthinking it like a fucking champ. AUGH.
Okay. Time to go start dinner and then see if tonight is more cleaning out the TiVo or if video games. It should be TiVo because I should be sewing, but I kind of want to say "fuck it." On the other hand, if video games are tomorrow I can play more of them because Friday.
I've posted this at http://lassarina.dreamwidth.org/1128413.html and you may comment there or here. On Dreamwidth, this entry has
comments.