Jul 15, 2015 19:19
At some point at the beginning of the year I decided it was OK for people to be mad at me. This was extremely liberating. Unfortunately in the process I seem to have lost some level of social consideration, and, well, people are mildly annoyed at me, my rudeness isn't worth anyone's outright wrath. I'm thinking a good portion of that is paranoia, but a happy medium on this front seems elusive. Due to slow development of social skills and relative isolation in childhood it's pretty easy to settle in to pariah status, but something tells me it's not healthy.
My partner quit smoking almost two months ago, which, good for him! He's still trying to figure out his new 'normal', the side effects and mood swings make me glad we didn't both quit, we've been pretty snarly at each other.
Work started piling up all of a sudden, and I also need to get an illustration done and printed before Worldcon, which is a giant looming monster in my near future, I need to suck the marrow out of this opportunity, else another could be years off.
Another nagging voice in the back of my head tells me to get my passport renewed, too. Storm's a comin'. The next. I'm anticipating the next two months are going to be pretty hectic by my standards. Quiet life in the country and all that.
Still no running water on the property. Just praying for rain at this point, as it'll still be a month before the guy can carve out time in his schedule to dig, and that's optimistic as there are a bunch of other hoops the landlord has to jump through, so still bathing at friends' houses and in the river- the latter of which will end mid-August as the Wallace fills up with salmon and...well, just no.