Mental multitasking? Not so much.
I know girls are meant to be good at this shit, but I really don’t think I am.
Back on site first thing Monday. Bleak Expectations on Tuesday. Travel with James to Gloucestershire for painting all bloody weekend, back on site following Monday. I have a jacket commission (possibly two) to fit in somewhere, I have two random presents to finish, a wedding ring to finish, a thankyou letter to write, accounts to do, hello-don’t-hate-me presents to make, a wedding to attend, and packing for a month’s worth of FarAway (although maybe actually acquiring a suitcase first might be useful) all to be done and dusted by November 11th. Which sounds ages, but isn’t because meanwhile James expects me to be living on site five days a week. Oh, and I have no meds and require a Dr’s appointment but have no time for one. Wheeeeee. And half my friends think I’m very rude or hate them or both because I haven’t talked to them in forever.
*Neurons wail and wave their arms in the air and run around like very small demented different coloured sirens*
Oh, I know, I’m pathetic. Tsk. I’m still mystified how anyone manages to get things done in a timely fashion.
On the plus side, I have been given a magic piece of paper which is a two-shot teleportation spell in disguise. Heehee =)
Ergh - come on brain - what’s top of our scarily vast to-do list - GO!
Back on site first thing Monday. Bleak Expectations on Tuesday. Travel with James to Gloucestershire for painting all bloody weekend, back on site following Monday. I have a jacket commission (possibly two) to fit in somewhere, I have two random presents to finish, a wedding ring to finish, a thankyou letter to write, accounts to do, hello-don’t-hate-me presents to make, a wedding to attend, and packing for a month’s worth of FarAway (although maybe actually acquiring a suitcase first might be useful) all to be done and dusted by November 11th. Which sounds ages, but isn’t because meanwhile James expects me to be living on site five days a week. Oh, and I have no meds and require a Dr’s appointment but have no time for one. Wheeeeee. And half my friends think I’m very rude or hate them or both because I haven’t talked to them in forever.
*Neurons wail and wave their arms in the air and run around like very small demented different coloured sirens*
Oh, I know, I’m pathetic. Tsk. I’m still mystified how anyone manages to get things done in a timely fashion.
On the plus side, I have been given a magic piece of paper which is a two-shot teleportation spell in disguise. Heehee =)
Ergh - come on brain - what’s top of our scarily vast to-do list - GO!