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1044 words, which finishes section 103 (1052 total). Will probably get more done later, if I can sort out what 104 has to be. Oh, that's what it has to be, yeah.
Will probably try to clean the bathtub.
Too much blasted stuff in my head. I haven't been posting about my angst, because my angst bores me. Or something. I don't quite want to talk about it; just . . . trying to navigate my way through these shoals of damaged relationship stuff is a lot more than I can handle readily. I'm mostly coping by not thinking about it except when I'm actually working on it, though that backfired recently in a messy way that's been sort of addressed as much as it can be right now. So that's all I'm going to say.
Had a meeting with Rev. Sedgwick today about how the New Members' Class is going to actually finish up; we put together a working plan that may function. Which gets the stress about that somewhat out of my head.
Two weeks, I'm going to Cali, if I'm reading this note about my reservations right. Two weeks, and I feel utterly unprepared, and that's getting into the part of time that I can process as real time, possibly even imminent time. I need to deal with my PantheaCon registration.
I need to write to BU. Or go down to campus and harass them personally. Or call them, but ngah. NGAH. Hate the damn phones. Which means I need to figure out how to sound like a real, coherent human being, and I need to remember to send out of the mindspring address, which uses my quote-unquote real name. Ngah.
I'll be twenty-six in a week, apparently. Which isn't weighing on me or anything, it's just there occasionally as something to schedule and stare at.
*ponders at her mood* Hey, I remember some of the minor arcana without having to look them up. Cool. I think.
I'm sure there's something I'm missing that I need to be doing. Aside from the bathtub.
Will probably try to clean the bathtub.
Too much blasted stuff in my head. I haven't been posting about my angst, because my angst bores me. Or something. I don't quite want to talk about it; just . . . trying to navigate my way through these shoals of damaged relationship stuff is a lot more than I can handle readily. I'm mostly coping by not thinking about it except when I'm actually working on it, though that backfired recently in a messy way that's been sort of addressed as much as it can be right now. So that's all I'm going to say.
Had a meeting with Rev. Sedgwick today about how the New Members' Class is going to actually finish up; we put together a working plan that may function. Which gets the stress about that somewhat out of my head.
Two weeks, I'm going to Cali, if I'm reading this note about my reservations right. Two weeks, and I feel utterly unprepared, and that's getting into the part of time that I can process as real time, possibly even imminent time. I need to deal with my PantheaCon registration.
I need to write to BU. Or go down to campus and harass them personally. Or call them, but ngah. NGAH. Hate the damn phones. Which means I need to figure out how to sound like a real, coherent human being, and I need to remember to send out of the mindspring address, which uses my quote-unquote real name. Ngah.
I'll be twenty-six in a week, apparently. Which isn't weighing on me or anything, it's just there occasionally as something to schedule and stare at.
*ponders at her mood* Hey, I remember some of the minor arcana without having to look them up. Cool. I think.
I'm sure there's something I'm missing that I need to be doing. Aside from the bathtub.
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Which may be why I have a growing stack of pieces of paper on my desk that have people my supervisor wants me to call about addressing issues.
Bleh.
I never finished the list I compiled in July (oh, but I spent so much time in Excel "working" on the project to make the calling part easier. . . well, I spent an hour on the project today, now I can do something else, yeah).
Hope you have a good time at Pcon. Would like to meet you in person, but have the PA retreat the following week and am poor. While it'd be convenient to meet you while you're on my coast, it's vastly more likely that I'll meet you during one of my marathon trips to MA.
*hug* Angst dull. I know what you mean. Still sucks. *comforts*
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I had to make calls occasionally for the receptionist job, as opposed to just receiving them (which was bad enough). Gargh. My sympathies.
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*hugs*
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It's a useful icon, given that my conceptualisation of my thought processes looks a lot like that to me . . .