mondays suck
Aug. 23rd, 2010 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivendellroseMan, I feel like crap today. Not in a "sick" kind of way, just in a "dear god, get me out of here" kind of way. I felt great all weekend, and then last night my uterus attacked me and left me feeling faintly miserable, and then unable to fall asleep, and, consequently, totally assed this morning when I got up. Work's been one tedious long stupid thing after another, and I can't even go to the gym tonight because they're closed for yearly maintenance this week. Woo!
I was happy yesterday, damn it. Saturday was really busy, but we got to see friends we haven't seen in a while and had a great time with that, and then we got a great deal on the new speakers The Boy had wanted, went on a long walk around campus, had a fantastic dinner, and went to my favorite used bookstore on the way home. I bought a bunch of books, including a new book with facing texts in Old English, and I'm actually making progress on wading through them and picking out whole sentences that I can read without having to read the English translation. Sunday I got a pretty new Wacom tablet that I'm already discovering is a lot easier to work with than The Boy's old one that I'd tried using before, and I scanned a drawing I did a while ago and got the base colors done on it, and started the shading. We got the curtains up in the living room, and The Boy was having lots of fun playing with the new speakers he bought. We watched part of one of my favorite movies because he wanted to show off the new sound quality, and I could actually tell that it was better than the old set-up (minor miracle). And then we watched the first episode of series 5 B5 (yeah, I'm really behind on my episode commentaries), and... it was as terrible as I remembered, but it still had some cute bits. I even got to talk to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maymargaret and zinjadu for a little bit last night. All good things! And I found a bunch of my old info that I need for the paperwork stuff here at work, which is also good, because I kind of like the idea of being able to keep my job. But then, hormones. And lack of sleep. And then today.
Oh, and I think I bunnied myself with the worst idea ever for NaNoWriMo this year. Maybe if I ignore it, the bunny will go away before November? When I said I wanted an original idea that could hold up consistent word-count and plot for a month, I did not mean something that I would say as a joke to The Boy and then which would become weirdly stuck in my brain, like when you eat popcorn and get the little kernel-bits stuck to the side of your cheek. ...It's possible that the worst part of this is that something in the back of my head keeps going "well, it's not that bad..." Yes. It is. And we're not doing it. ...Unless I can't come up with anything else between then and now, or I find a way to make it less conspicuously ass-tastic.
I'm going to go take more pills, make some tea, wish people would actually answer the voice-mails I leave them requesting important information on their stupid tasks, and then eat the Snickers bar I bought myself to go along with my lunch, because, damn it, short of "going home," "screaming at everyone to leave me alone," and "bursting into pointless, stupid, frustrated tears," chocolate seems to be the only available answer at the moment. And now I only have four minutes left of my lunch. ARGH.
I was happy yesterday, damn it. Saturday was really busy, but we got to see friends we haven't seen in a while and had a great time with that, and then we got a great deal on the new speakers The Boy had wanted, went on a long walk around campus, had a fantastic dinner, and went to my favorite used bookstore on the way home. I bought a bunch of books, including a new book with facing texts in Old English, and I'm actually making progress on wading through them and picking out whole sentences that I can read without having to read the English translation. Sunday I got a pretty new Wacom tablet that I'm already discovering is a lot easier to work with than The Boy's old one that I'd tried using before, and I scanned a drawing I did a while ago and got the base colors done on it, and started the shading. We got the curtains up in the living room, and The Boy was having lots of fun playing with the new speakers he bought. We watched part of one of my favorite movies because he wanted to show off the new sound quality, and I could actually tell that it was better than the old set-up (minor miracle). And then we watched the first episode of series 5 B5 (yeah, I'm really behind on my episode commentaries), and... it was as terrible as I remembered, but it still had some cute bits. I even got to talk to
maymargaret and zinjadu for a little bit last night. All good things! And I found a bunch of my old info that I need for the paperwork stuff here at work, which is also good, because I kind of like the idea of being able to keep my job. But then, hormones. And lack of sleep. And then today. Oh, and I think I bunnied myself with the worst idea ever for NaNoWriMo this year. Maybe if I ignore it, the bunny will go away before November? When I said I wanted an original idea that could hold up consistent word-count and plot for a month, I did not mean something that I would say as a joke to The Boy and then which would become weirdly stuck in my brain, like when you eat popcorn and get the little kernel-bits stuck to the side of your cheek. ...It's possible that the worst part of this is that something in the back of my head keeps going "well, it's not that bad..." Yes. It is. And we're not doing it. ...Unless I can't come up with anything else between then and now, or I find a way to make it less conspicuously ass-tastic.
I'm going to go take more pills, make some tea, wish people would actually answer the voice-mails I leave them requesting important information on their stupid tasks, and then eat the Snickers bar I bought myself to go along with my lunch, because, damn it, short of "going home," "screaming at everyone to leave me alone," and "bursting into pointless, stupid, frustrated tears," chocolate seems to be the only available answer at the moment. And now I only have four minutes left of my lunch. ARGH.
