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I need a dead icon. /dead
It's 2.38am on a... okay, Monday morning and ohmygod I've spent the last six hours going over blueprints ficking stupid fucking mistakes and how I hate stupid people who don't remember what the fuck they were taught in Water and Sewer (hell, over here it's TWO DIFFERENT COURSES!) and how there needs to be VENTILATION and actual CONNECTIONS and you all should just TAKE THE SUBJECT ALL OVER AGAIN! *grumbles* I was actually saying even nastier things (that's what happens when you watch too much QaF and everything is "fucking" or "hell" or "shit". No, really!)
I'm tired and dead on my ass (sitting in front of the computer, my eyes are almost fucking watering). I've been here almost 48 hours straight, except for the four almost fleetingly hours I actually slept. I have so much on my plate, and not enough time to do the thing I do best = do nothing at all. Meaning, just read fanfic or watch shows or actually write. I know, I know. I'm not a little girl anymore and I need to grow up. I am, actually. Kinda. I mean, I'm getting everything done, even if my sleeping patters are shot to hell and so is my meal times. But I'm getting it all done even if I have to stay up until three in the freaking morning and then up at seven. I'm responsible like that. I just like to bitch about it.
Breakthrough in the writing... I actually opened the Word today. Yey for me! No, it is! It is! I have three stories that took off and just never went anywhere pushing for me to get them finished, and A Shadow waiting for me to remember that I promised myself I'd finish it before the NaNo that this year I might not manage to participate in. What with everything I have on my plate right now and on top of that a Research Assistant position (yey for me again!) in a project that's totally going to work on my thesis, well, I don't think I could handle 1670 words per day. I might a couple, but every single day? Nah, I'd end up staying up until three in the freaking morning (maybe even more) just trying to get to my word count. And as much I love doing that (have done it four years in a row) it's one thing when what you have the next morning is class, and another when it's work. So, yeah.
It sucks, mostly because I had three stories I had to choose from, in terms of the fic. The Stand Crossover, the Supernatural Crossover or the Endless sequel. *sighs* Oh, well. Soon. Right? Yeah. Soon.
Off to bed!
It's 2.38am on a... okay, Monday morning and ohmygod I've spent the last six hours going over blueprints ficking stupid fucking mistakes and how I hate stupid people who don't remember what the fuck they were taught in Water and Sewer (hell, over here it's TWO DIFFERENT COURSES!) and how there needs to be VENTILATION and actual CONNECTIONS and you all should just TAKE THE SUBJECT ALL OVER AGAIN! *grumbles* I was actually saying even nastier things (that's what happens when you watch too much QaF and everything is "fucking" or "hell" or "shit". No, really!)
I'm tired and dead on my ass (sitting in front of the computer, my eyes are almost fucking watering). I've been here almost 48 hours straight, except for the four almost fleetingly hours I actually slept. I have so much on my plate, and not enough time to do the thing I do best = do nothing at all. Meaning, just read fanfic or watch shows or actually write. I know, I know. I'm not a little girl anymore and I need to grow up. I am, actually. Kinda. I mean, I'm getting everything done, even if my sleeping patters are shot to hell and so is my meal times. But I'm getting it all done even if I have to stay up until three in the freaking morning and then up at seven. I'm responsible like that. I just like to bitch about it.
Breakthrough in the writing... I actually opened the Word today. Yey for me! No, it is! It is! I have three stories that took off and just never went anywhere pushing for me to get them finished, and A Shadow waiting for me to remember that I promised myself I'd finish it before the NaNo that this year I might not manage to participate in. What with everything I have on my plate right now and on top of that a Research Assistant position (yey for me again!) in a project that's totally going to work on my thesis, well, I don't think I could handle 1670 words per day. I might a couple, but every single day? Nah, I'd end up staying up until three in the freaking morning (maybe even more) just trying to get to my word count. And as much I love doing that (have done it four years in a row) it's one thing when what you have the next morning is class, and another when it's work. So, yeah.
It sucks, mostly because I had three stories I had to choose from, in terms of the fic. The Stand Crossover, the Supernatural Crossover or the Endless sequel. *sighs* Oh, well. Soon. Right? Yeah. Soon.
Off to bed!