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Belated PSA.
Nov. 27th, 2006 11:12 pmI feel like I should note that I've given up on NaNo, and indeed did so a few weeks ago, though I only came fully to the realization recently. I feel tremendously shitty about it, and betraying of my principles and giving up on the only thing I'm good for and so forth, and it has nothing to do (I think) with the book going to shit and everything to do with the past two weeks or so being, in both scheduling and emotional content, incredibly stressful and exhausting.
I should not by any rights be this discombobulated, but I am. :/ My post-college identity crisis continues unabated, and my intellectual energy is non-existent, and the past few days were spent in constant socializing with large groups of people among whom I was repeatedly plagued by the Tory Is Invisible Syndrome...not a happy introvert. Social batteries completely drained, need long nights alone to recharge. Thank god I have them!
Some very good things happened these past few weeks, too, very good, and it's not like I haven't been getting some relaxation time (mmm, PGSM), but then there was that week of not being able to sleep due to schedule. And I've been feeling very...small for a while now. Little. Young. Insufficient experience points to keep up with rest of party.
I've spent most of today, while Cyn is at work, eating comfort food, dancing incessantly, and wallowing in random Voyager episodes. (Equinox = Janeway is psychotic, dear god, put Chakotay in charge! Riddles = very cute, and slashy as all hell, even if I generally tend to ignore Neelix's existence where such things are concerned.) I'm starting to feel vaguely me again. It is a good feeling.
Will attempt to catch up on bills, late emails, temp agency phone calls, oh my god I have to go to grad school before I starve to death issues, and other demons of the emotional spazz...tomorrow. Tomorrow, goddamnit. I needed a comfort day, so bring on the popcorn!
But, god, I still suck for not doing NaNo. :/
And our landlords gave us more money back! Yey!
I should not by any rights be this discombobulated, but I am. :/ My post-college identity crisis continues unabated, and my intellectual energy is non-existent, and the past few days were spent in constant socializing with large groups of people among whom I was repeatedly plagued by the Tory Is Invisible Syndrome...not a happy introvert. Social batteries completely drained, need long nights alone to recharge. Thank god I have them!
Some very good things happened these past few weeks, too, very good, and it's not like I haven't been getting some relaxation time (mmm, PGSM), but then there was that week of not being able to sleep due to schedule. And I've been feeling very...small for a while now. Little. Young. Insufficient experience points to keep up with rest of party.
I've spent most of today, while Cyn is at work, eating comfort food, dancing incessantly, and wallowing in random Voyager episodes. (Equinox = Janeway is psychotic, dear god, put Chakotay in charge! Riddles = very cute, and slashy as all hell, even if I generally tend to ignore Neelix's existence where such things are concerned.) I'm starting to feel vaguely me again. It is a good feeling.
Will attempt to catch up on bills, late emails, temp agency phone calls, oh my god I have to go to grad school before I starve to death issues, and other demons of the emotional spazz...tomorrow. Tomorrow, goddamnit. I needed a comfort day, so bring on the popcorn!
But, god, I still suck for not doing NaNo. :/
And our landlords gave us more money back! Yey!