Ye gods! My life!
Down the toilet. Between work (stressing me out to the point that I AM SMOKING, and I don't smoke) and home (nothing is ever completely done is it?) I have no free time. I have not played my MUD, I have not blogged, I have played no computer games. No real downtime - and time among people is not downtime. Even friends, for some odd reason. I am so ready for my mind to snap. Maybe when I'm gibbering in a fetal position below a table somewhere I'll be able to get some rest?
Today, I woke up - swapped out my TiVo with the replacement work sent - TJ helped us get our cars' oil changed - I took TJ, Brandell and Julie out to the cheapish Chinese buffet in gratitude. Then, home, laundry, kitchen, trash, vacuuming at 1 am and trying to figure out where water is leaking from this tank. Good news - this would be the last leak. I've only done 1 complete resealing of this tank and 2 partials up to this point, 3 once this is fixed - good thing 3 oz of silicone sealant goes further than you'd think (29g aquarium).
You people and entities which are keeping me sane.. please stop. I don't know why I say that, really, but I think there's a certain comfort in the murky depths of mental illness, if only that people will stop expecting things from me when I'm there. Or maybe I'll be expecting less of myself.
I really need my vacation. I need to go up into the woods where I spent my childhood, breathe in the snow-cold air, smell the evergreens and listen to nothing but wind in the trees. There is always wind there.
It's too late to be thinking. Sleep.
Today, I woke up - swapped out my TiVo with the replacement work sent - TJ helped us get our cars' oil changed - I took TJ, Brandell and Julie out to the cheapish Chinese buffet in gratitude. Then, home, laundry, kitchen, trash, vacuuming at 1 am and trying to figure out where water is leaking from this tank. Good news - this would be the last leak. I've only done 1 complete resealing of this tank and 2 partials up to this point, 3 once this is fixed - good thing 3 oz of silicone sealant goes further than you'd think (29g aquarium).
You people and entities which are keeping me sane.. please stop. I don't know why I say that, really, but I think there's a certain comfort in the murky depths of mental illness, if only that people will stop expecting things from me when I'm there. Or maybe I'll be expecting less of myself.
I really need my vacation. I need to go up into the woods where I spent my childhood, breathe in the snow-cold air, smell the evergreens and listen to nothing but wind in the trees. There is always wind there.
It's too late to be thinking. Sleep.