is something wrong? she said
My Monday night shows were preempted by the Giants game, and I did not even stay up to watch them come back and win. I'm grateful that at least I've been able to sleep over the past week - I mean, all I want to do is sleep, which is bad, but sleeping is always better than not sleeping so. *hands* I mean, there's still that sudden knowledge and lurking dread when I wake up - I have upped my Nexium intake to every day instead of every other day (as originally directed by the doctor) in the hope of not feeling like acid is eating away at me from the inside all the time (all my stress goes to my stomach) - but the sleep itself is pretty good.
Work continues to be work - on the minor, personal scale, things I had hoped would improve/end are not doing either, which means I'm going to have to come to grips with the new normal (this is not election related but having to do with a consultant I thought was here for a finite time but has since been offered a permanent position), and on the larger scale, there have been several emergency meetings put on the calendar to deal with the potential problems/budget cuts the incoming administration will be causing our programs. So who knows if I will even have a job next year?
I just had to cut a chunk of writing I did yesterday. It was one of those things that seems like it should work in theory but when you actually read it in the story you're like, "what the hell was I thinking? There's no way this fits in without making the whole story be about it!" Otoh, the newly revised version allows me to segue naturally into a conversation that I was afraid might seem shoehorned in otherwise. So I guess it's always a trade-off.
I dunno. I just bought myself a freshly-baked chocolate almond croissant on a whim (L encouraged this profligacy) so I'll have that for lunch and eat my lunch for dinner. It's a bright spot in this otherwise dreary November day.
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Work continues to be work - on the minor, personal scale, things I had hoped would improve/end are not doing either, which means I'm going to have to come to grips with the new normal (this is not election related but having to do with a consultant I thought was here for a finite time but has since been offered a permanent position), and on the larger scale, there have been several emergency meetings put on the calendar to deal with the potential problems/budget cuts the incoming administration will be causing our programs. So who knows if I will even have a job next year?
I just had to cut a chunk of writing I did yesterday. It was one of those things that seems like it should work in theory but when you actually read it in the story you're like, "what the hell was I thinking? There's no way this fits in without making the whole story be about it!" Otoh, the newly revised version allows me to segue naturally into a conversation that I was afraid might seem shoehorned in otherwise. So I guess it's always a trade-off.
I dunno. I just bought myself a freshly-baked chocolate almond croissant on a whim (L encouraged this profligacy) so I'll have that for lunch and eat my lunch for dinner. It's a bright spot in this otherwise dreary November day.
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people have commented there.