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Where does the time go
Dec. 4th, 2018 08:09 pmBlogging a little early tonight. Usually (ha) blogging is the last thing I do before shutting down for the night, but today is Tuesday, and Tuesday is Misdirected Mark Day, so working on the assumption that after tonight's live stream I'll just want to head straight to bed, I figured I'd try to get my blog post in before the stream.
Unremarkable day. Therapy was...fine. I wasn't really feeling it today, and my therapist has told me that that's fine; it's a thing that happens sometimes, so it was honestly a pretty light day emotionally. I did some grocery shopping and attended to the rest of my chores well enough, knocked through a couple smaller tasks, but definitely didn't get the poditing done today that I had scheduled. That's like two days (well, day-and-a-half) of schedule slippage as far as that goes. I'm not endangering any deadlines, so that's fine, but still...I just want to make a schedule and stick to it, ya know? Ah, well. Was originally going to meet MU for lunch tomorrow but pushed it to Thursday to give myself the extra contiguous work time. Tomorrow I'm really just going to have to put my shoulder into it. Will try prioritizing the poditing over the daily stuff; that often seems to be the only way I get things done. Can't figure out how to get them both in there! Shouldn't be that hard, but here we are.
Fairly good day on the nausea front; had a spell this afternoon, but it was gone by dinnertime. Latest theory based on today and Sunday: I seem to feel a lot better by an open window. I don't know if that has to do with fresh air or with getting the temperature down. Cooling the temp makes a certain amount of sense just from my usual temp preferences, but fresh air makes sense if...I dunno, the apartment downstairs is a secret meth lab?! I dunno...maybe it's just being cooped up with all these cat fumes. Who can say.
There's some kind of building-wide social tonight to meet your neighbors and bitch about stuff. I'm not going, of course. I'm continually disappointed in the ridiculousness of adult life. Social niceties continue to elude me; that's probably something that's never going to go away. I can live with it. Sometimes I feel bad for Tabitha, being with such a weirdo, but I make efforts for her sake. Sometimes. Not this time, though.
Unremarkable day. Therapy was...fine. I wasn't really feeling it today, and my therapist has told me that that's fine; it's a thing that happens sometimes, so it was honestly a pretty light day emotionally. I did some grocery shopping and attended to the rest of my chores well enough, knocked through a couple smaller tasks, but definitely didn't get the poditing done today that I had scheduled. That's like two days (well, day-and-a-half) of schedule slippage as far as that goes. I'm not endangering any deadlines, so that's fine, but still...I just want to make a schedule and stick to it, ya know? Ah, well. Was originally going to meet MU for lunch tomorrow but pushed it to Thursday to give myself the extra contiguous work time. Tomorrow I'm really just going to have to put my shoulder into it. Will try prioritizing the poditing over the daily stuff; that often seems to be the only way I get things done. Can't figure out how to get them both in there! Shouldn't be that hard, but here we are.
Fairly good day on the nausea front; had a spell this afternoon, but it was gone by dinnertime. Latest theory based on today and Sunday: I seem to feel a lot better by an open window. I don't know if that has to do with fresh air or with getting the temperature down. Cooling the temp makes a certain amount of sense just from my usual temp preferences, but fresh air makes sense if...I dunno, the apartment downstairs is a secret meth lab?! I dunno...maybe it's just being cooped up with all these cat fumes. Who can say.
There's some kind of building-wide social tonight to meet your neighbors and bitch about stuff. I'm not going, of course. I'm continually disappointed in the ridiculousness of adult life. Social niceties continue to elude me; that's probably something that's never going to go away. I can live with it. Sometimes I feel bad for Tabitha, being with such a weirdo, but I make efforts for her sake. Sometimes. Not this time, though.