Tired
Very tired. Need more than caffeine to keep my eyes propped open.
Last few nights/mornings I've been turning off the laptop at 2 and 3 am, crashing for a few hours and crawling out of bed at 6 again to get to work. Fic taking it's toll. The human cloning thing is looking even more enticing. This is not the week I need overseas visitors turning up. And as of tomorrow I have to start going into gourmet cooking mode and preparing what I can ahead. Lemon poppy-seed biscuits anyone?
And today someone booked me up to train a batch of people on Thursday for a few hours in something statistical/budget related. Am peeved because I have been trying to get this group of people together so I can train them for 3 months now and everyone keeps pulling out because of other work commitments, and now everyone's schedules finally meshed and it had to be this week and I get 2 days notice. Not that I need time to run over stuff, because all in head, and boring and easy, just, now have to rearrange that day to accommodate training (and this work week has been more hellish than usual), and just not feeling awake enough to be standing up at a podium trying to communicate in correct corporate double-speak manner. That (the fake smile thing) takes more energy than I have this week. Also must dig out appropriately killer shoes to wear to ameliorate the boring nature of what I'll be talking about. Hee. OK, sometimes I'm all about the shallow.
Fic:
Beta now has 2 of 5 parts of re-done nun fic in her hot little hands. Haven't heard any screams coming over the border, but that could because she has run far away from the horror of it. Am currently buffing pt3 (the Africa segment) and gnawing on a hank of hair while I stress that it is all too dreadful and I've wasted all these months.
Think perhaps I need to go have some instant (forgot to get real stuff on way home - bad Seer!) coffee and switch fics for the evening to give head a mental holiday, and go back to 3 of the 1/2 done parts of S is for Winchester to lift my spirits.
*nibbles on a cookie and considers* Yes, shall do that.
*clambers onto her tiny green trike and veers drunkenly off along the hall and bumps down the stairs in search of coffee in any form whatsoever*
Last few nights/mornings I've been turning off the laptop at 2 and 3 am, crashing for a few hours and crawling out of bed at 6 again to get to work. Fic taking it's toll. The human cloning thing is looking even more enticing. This is not the week I need overseas visitors turning up. And as of tomorrow I have to start going into gourmet cooking mode and preparing what I can ahead. Lemon poppy-seed biscuits anyone?
And today someone booked me up to train a batch of people on Thursday for a few hours in something statistical/budget related. Am peeved because I have been trying to get this group of people together so I can train them for 3 months now and everyone keeps pulling out because of other work commitments, and now everyone's schedules finally meshed and it had to be this week and I get 2 days notice. Not that I need time to run over stuff, because all in head, and boring and easy, just, now have to rearrange that day to accommodate training (and this work week has been more hellish than usual), and just not feeling awake enough to be standing up at a podium trying to communicate in correct corporate double-speak manner. That (the fake smile thing) takes more energy than I have this week. Also must dig out appropriately killer shoes to wear to ameliorate the boring nature of what I'll be talking about. Hee. OK, sometimes I'm all about the shallow.
Fic:
Beta now has 2 of 5 parts of re-done nun fic in her hot little hands. Haven't heard any screams coming over the border, but that could because she has run far away from the horror of it. Am currently buffing pt3 (the Africa segment) and gnawing on a hank of hair while I stress that it is all too dreadful and I've wasted all these months.
Think perhaps I need to go have some instant (forgot to get real stuff on way home - bad Seer!) coffee and switch fics for the evening to give head a mental holiday, and go back to 3 of the 1/2 done parts of S is for Winchester to lift my spirits.
*nibbles on a cookie and considers* Yes, shall do that.
*clambers onto her tiny green trike and veers drunkenly off along the hall and bumps down the stairs in search of coffee in any form whatsoever*