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Beep Boop I have lost control of my life
Jun. 19th, 2015 05:42 pmOkay that's a lie, this week has just been a carousel of disasters and I have a headache and feel like someone is squishing me in a clothes mangle.
The only one of the swirling pools of chaos I feel comfortable discussing in public is the impending surgery of one of Tammy's cats, who has a hematoma in his ear that went from "noticeable" on Monday to "balloon heavy enough to tilt his head to the side" yesterday. He's getting it poked open and stitched shut with mesh on Monday.
Oh, the other one I feel comfortable talking about is that the muffler issue I was praying would be a cheap fix is actually gonna be about $400 and a complete part replacement.
This coming Monday is also my last day at home for a week. I'm hitching a ride with one of my fellow students and zooming away to my first-ever graduate residency, which SCARES THE BAJEESUS OUT OF ME, but at the same time I also know I'm as prepared as I possibly can be. I have done classwork that hasn't even officially been assigned yet, I've started working on a draft of my thesis contract, I'm finishing my laundry so I can be packed by tomorrow night - I keep repeating these things to myself because it reminds me that yes, I am prepared. Even though that preparedness makes me feel like I'm forgetting something.
I think I'm going to start copying Seanan McGuire's way of outlining continuing writing projects/goals/sales (hahaha), once I sketch out my own version of her posts. It's a good idea, at least for the way my brain works, and it will make me feel a lot less... I don't know, somehow both static and overwhelmed. I think rather than summaries I might include my "goals" for each piece, or maybe a bit of both.
Honestly, my brain is just so fried right now. I feel like this week has gone on forever and simultaneously slipped away from me so fast that I don't understand how I'm not flat on my face.
The only one of the swirling pools of chaos I feel comfortable discussing in public is the impending surgery of one of Tammy's cats, who has a hematoma in his ear that went from "noticeable" on Monday to "balloon heavy enough to tilt his head to the side" yesterday. He's getting it poked open and stitched shut with mesh on Monday.
Oh, the other one I feel comfortable talking about is that the muffler issue I was praying would be a cheap fix is actually gonna be about $400 and a complete part replacement.
This coming Monday is also my last day at home for a week. I'm hitching a ride with one of my fellow students and zooming away to my first-ever graduate residency, which SCARES THE BAJEESUS OUT OF ME, but at the same time I also know I'm as prepared as I possibly can be. I have done classwork that hasn't even officially been assigned yet, I've started working on a draft of my thesis contract, I'm finishing my laundry so I can be packed by tomorrow night - I keep repeating these things to myself because it reminds me that yes, I am prepared. Even though that preparedness makes me feel like I'm forgetting something.
I think I'm going to start copying Seanan McGuire's way of outlining continuing writing projects/goals/sales (hahaha), once I sketch out my own version of her posts. It's a good idea, at least for the way my brain works, and it will make me feel a lot less... I don't know, somehow both static and overwhelmed. I think rather than summaries I might include my "goals" for each piece, or maybe a bit of both.
Honestly, my brain is just so fried right now. I feel like this week has gone on forever and simultaneously slipped away from me so fast that I don't understand how I'm not flat on my face.
