So work's been pretty tiring - we're covering for three people on holiday so I'm doing a 45.5 hour week, and I've only got one day off this week. I'm exhausted, but it's not too bad because I actually get to leave this existence next Monday, and then it's a frantic mess of doing my hair, packing, fitting in a dentist appointment and then travelling up to Manchester. I don't want to go back to the old life. I find it obvious now that I can't function on 7 hours contact time a week. I just die and live under the bedcovers. Don't even know what to do for my dissertation yet... I've still the magazine on (I'm the editor for the Riveter, feminist magazine for University of Manchester), but just, and the Women's Officer is trying to wrestle it from her. For now, since I'm Manchester and lacking authority I'm half letting her, but it's still mostly all mine. Thing is, I'm so out of practice from writing that I've forgottenmy old rituals, because I didn't really have one, I just sat down and wrote and tweaked and polished and embellished. I'll get there. I always do!
As for fandom stuff, I've got a fic to write for
radiantbaby as she's written loads of my favourites from the kink meme, a birthday piece for
sarkywoman (because she's so worth it) and this other fic that requires to rewatch TDD. It'll come along like everything else and I can't wait for it to happen. But right now, I just want to watch documentaries and put my feet up, then sleep for 12 hours. zzzzz
EDIT: Birthday fic for
nightrider101 too! Mustn't forget that - got a nice little list now :)