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[stakebait]

I did not get my ATS End of Days thingie done on time. I am lame. I am even lamer because it was not even busyness that kept me from it, but utter burned out bone laziness. I did nothing of any consequence this weekend. (Watching all of Firefly from start to finish doesn't count.)

On the up side, that is quite possibly why I am sane and not speaking in tongues at the moment. Which is good, because I have way too much to do at work this week, all the usual plus a massive article that must be pulled together and cut down to half-massive from a huge jumble of repetitive interviews and 50+ pages of research. And I'm having major anxiety dreams which are ostensibly about giant squirrel rats and being late for high school (Twelve years late has to be a new record), but I think are actually about the election, and my paralysing fear of the Giant Squirrel Rat in Chief.

Or worry about Mom's remaining-breast mammogram, which is today. That could be it too.

So, I breathe. And I apologize for my lameness. Assuming there is no bad news, I'll try to get End of Days done tonight.

Comments

[valancy.livejournal.com]

Self-time is good. We all understand. (And those who don't should be beaten with very ticklish feathers.)

Fingers crossed for you & your mum.

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

*squirms at the thoughts of being beaten with feathers*

I'm weird, I know. Wire flogger, bring it on. Tickling? SAFEWORD.

[valancy.livejournal.com]

A good friend of mine since I've known since I was 7 was similar - quite the scrappy girl, very tough, but she could be reduced to tears by tickling. It's a very lose-control thing. Evil. *g*