Bleh.

I would like to write something profound and meaningful, and I just don't have the oomph. I've got too much stuff in my head, and it's rattling around and being frustrating.

I've been doing a bit of sitting with fears. I am finding myself really wishing that I could set some of these down, that I could say, "Look, we've decided that this is not for dealing with now" and have them stop nagging at me. Because the stuff that's most appealing to poke at is stuff that isn't really in the right place to poke right now, so the interest in doing so is probably displacement and avoidance as much as actual appeal. I wonder if I could get anywhere with this one writing things down offline so they're at least out of my head; I got some mileage out of that a while back.

Semi-organised plans surrounding PantheaCon; need to look into my flights for that. This has warped my stress into a different position; still undecided about whether or not this is an aesthetic improvement.

There's probably stuff I need to do for the upcoming group ritual, as was pointed out to me today; I need to figure out what it is now rather than faffing about. Need to review mythology and chew on it a bit.

Today I managed a half-assed job of cleaning the living room before my body temperature came completely unhinged and started cycling ridiculously. I probably caught a bit of a chill in last night's excitement, and still not over the cold I have, so ugh. We are going to go take the advice I gave arawen and have a very hot shower, and then we will sleep.