Category: Day by Day

Personal details; life, time management, work, cats, and sleep.

Slipping away.

The week started with a post, actually. A post about how, when you were doing one job and learning another and trying to catch up on three days work besides, learning that you might need to tear out a wall of your home was just a cymbal-crash finale to the day.

(As I was writing that post, my bus home drove past me without stopping.)

Then I exited without saving the draft.  So there was no post that day.

Rest of the week was equally packed, and delicately spiced with such highlights as “double work loads” and “four hours of sleep.”  And the lack of posts continued.

Trying to pull myself back together and relax. Saw Boondock Saints II and picked at Fallout 3 a bit; I’m pretty close to finding Harold, I think.

Not getting any writing done. I keep being caught up in thinking about a co-writing project and the person I’m working with… Yeesh, just realized haven’t heard from her in a week. Trying to overcome my natural tendency to fret.

Juggling duties.

Looking forward to the long weekend.  I wouldn’t say my time’s already booked, but I expect I know how most of it is going to go.  Hoping I can get a couple of hours in to sit down and write, and a chance to goof off and relax so I actually feel up to same.

(Running around an alien mothership without your faithful canine companion: totally relaxing.)

I need to reorganize my office again.  My London-and-Mythos shelf needs to become just a Mythos shelf; with the latest anthology, there’s no more room for them both.  Even if I relocate the London stuff, there’s only about another foot of space, but it’ll last for a bit.

Have work for at least a few months, which is nice, since I just found out that Pelgrane is putting out another sourcebook in the vein of The Dead White World. Mind, I’m not sure I would ever actually get to run anything; all the gamers I know aren’t local or wouldn’t be interested.  I wish gaming books were something you could get at the library; it seems like a waste to buy one and then not do anything with it.  They’re not like most books; they’re not just for reading.  More like recipe collections or knitting books.  Buying them and not doing anything with them is sad, and rather cluttered.

Inertia

I’ve been thinking for most of the month that I should start posting again. I liked the regular writing, and beyond that, the (admittedly small) amount of structure it imposed.

I’ve been thinking I should start posting again, but as many wise people have said, thinking is not doing.

So here I am writing again. Not really high on content right now, but… Well, the words are all spelt right and assembled correctly, so that’s a start. Onwards.

Slinking back in.

It’s not much god to say it now, but I’ve been busy. Obviously.

Light of my life got me the new Fright Night on DVD on Saturday. Very pleased.

Way way behind on my TV, partly due to lack of Walking Dead and partly due to Steam and partly due to the holiday crunch. I thought is escaped it, and then wham! But I’m making it through.

Best to any and all of you, and see you, at the latest, on the other side

Goddamn. O.o

Think I can safely say that’s the longest stretch of quiet since I started this thing, and am really glad that it was still only a three-day silence.

Not getting enough sleep.  Work’s coming on, carrying on, I’m getting to start to work on the second stage of the process as  well as the first… or the second-and-fourth as well as the first-and-third.  Got a bunch of holiday cards written and addressed.  Completely failed to get to bed early any of the nights I said I was going to, and did I mention not getting enough sleep?  Sleep debt, FTR, is distinctly unfun.  I’m running on about 5.5 hours last night, right now, and that’s not the first short night this week.

Lord I’m tired.  >.<

Managed to finish a couple of books this weekend; still not at the 83 I wanted to read this year, but getting way closer.

Need to head out soon.  Will try and find time to sketch up a couple of posts at work today, sit down and actually type something once I get home.  The gap in content… I know this isn’t exactly a daily stop for anyone, but it’s still an embarrassing thing to not get it done, especially when I think I could have had the time if I’d planned better.

Still aten’t dead.

If say it was a very busy weekend, but honestly it was just a very sick one. Which naturally cleared up just in time for work Monday. Probably for the best, all told. Paycheques and all that.

Currently hoping to be at work on time despite being stuck in traffic so slow that I could get out and walk faster. Tired. Worrying about the holidays, and not being able to get the people I want to give things the stuff I’d like to get them. It’s a matter of time rather than money, which I guess is good in terms of what it implies overall? That I’m busy, and that I’m not broke.

I just want ten hours of uninterrupted sleep, dammit. It’s not the holidays alone, or work alone, or cleaning, or any one thing. But I just need to stop feeling like I could fall asleep at my desk.

(Going to theatre tomorrow. Horribly horribly afraid I will fall asleep during and incredibly hurt the feelings of person I am going with. Coffee with dinner, I guess…)

That time of the month. –no, not *that* time.

There’s this thing I do sometimes–towards the end of the month, usually.  I mean, not every month, but the end of the month is when it’s most likely to happen.  Needing to buy something expensive can do it.  Putting money in the bank can do it, especially if I’m anxious and paying attention to how much the amount goes up by.

Anyway.  This thing is the thing where you start figuring out exactly how much money you have and how long you could manage for if there was absolutely no more income.  I had to go pick up my meds and I spent a dozen minutes wandering around the groceries section of the drug store[1] figuring how much I could get in the way of groceries if I cashed in all my rewards points.  (The chain has a pretty standard spend-money-get-points-redeem-points thing going.)

I have no idea why I was doing this math.  Things are fine, I know this, and even when I’m thinking about it I’m not worrying.  It’s more just a very very absorbing problem, like a Sudoku with addition.

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[1] Always makes me think of the description of the drug superstore in Stephen King’s “The Sun Dog”.  Household goods and widgets and toiletries and food and cleaning supplies and toys and candy and way at the back, the pharmacy.  Because it is still technically a drug store.

Happy endings.

Tired, and busy–work is done in seven days (work days), and the crunch is really coming down.  But I found some happy things, and thought I would share.

I shall plan my cousin’s escape from that Canton madhouse, and together we shall go to marvel–shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many–columned Y’ha–nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever.
– H.P. Lovecraft, “The Shadow Over Innsmouth”

There were faces at the window and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightning slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world.
– Neil Gaiman, “Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Nameless House of the Night of Dread Desire”

For now, they had simpler concerns. Keeping the children from the roofs at night; the bereaved from crying out too loud; the young in summer from falling in love with the human.
It was a life.
– Clive Barker, Cabal

Well.  Endings that make me happy to read, at any rate.  Good stuff.