There are some legitimately bizzare stories to tell in a minute about Kay's old gig. I mean, they're there now, but I don't have the time or energy. In the words of Ted "Theodore" Logan, there are strange things afoot at the CircleK.
Soon, though.
I'm really just formatting, today. There's enough to do in this regard that I can stick to the relatively mentally light work of writing up a cover page, doing my table of contents, making sure the borders are correct, and so on. It's a little tedious, but I honestly don't mind; ever since I cleared the draft and sent it in, my cognitive functions have kind of been clocked out. This formatting probably ought to only take a few hours, but it'll almost certainly take me all day; I've just been running too hot for too long, and the bottom's kind of fallen out on my energy levels.
I'm trying not to spread myself out too thin, or pretend like I'm actually finished working just because I got a day and a half of reprieve, but I am to a small extent trying to reclaim a little work-life balance. I'm doing things that I spent about a month completely having to drop, from journalling in any substantial way, to reading just a little for pleasure, or even cooking. God, I can tell you that my system has not been pleased with my devout insistance on a Taco Bell diet. I mean, I still love te Bell. I do. I would eat Taco Bell right now. But I'm really glad to be going back to the scratch cooking, even if I'm only making simple stuff like red sauces for pastas or just stir fries. Like, my body flipped out a little, but I already feel better.
Part of me is frustrated, because I have something to do, and I'm not completely done yet - and I'm losing valueable time against my deadline. But I slow down my pace because I can only sprint so long, only go without food or proper sleep for so long, only drink so much coffee, only go without appropriate maintenance for so long before I stop functioning properly.
So, this is still good. I'm probably going to write something proper about my desire to do, like, 34 quests or whatever in the new year. And I think generally my plan was to start November, but we can see that was impossible (or not tolerable), and December is a crummy month for it, too. I don't even have the list. January is good because January already sucks, 2016 is a shit-tier year anyhow, I won't be nearly so fucking busy in the new year, and because it tracks well with the idea of resolutions. The last is meaningless to me in any tactile, real way, but it does seem to have a nice symbolism - so why not?
School is an all consuming thing. Even when you're not doing something, you know you could be, and that kind of thing never gets off your back. This is a mindset I'm already deeply familiar with, and I'm not sure it's a healthy one. It exacerbates a neurosis I'm already prone to have. Teaching is similar. But teaching one or two classes really seems doable. I'm looking dubiously at a world without this kind of limbo writing cycle and with some money - like, not a hopeless thing, you know? It's profoundly difficult to imagine what that world is like to live in, even though I was actually there about five years ago.
Soon, though.
I'm really just formatting, today. There's enough to do in this regard that I can stick to the relatively mentally light work of writing up a cover page, doing my table of contents, making sure the borders are correct, and so on. It's a little tedious, but I honestly don't mind; ever since I cleared the draft and sent it in, my cognitive functions have kind of been clocked out. This formatting probably ought to only take a few hours, but it'll almost certainly take me all day; I've just been running too hot for too long, and the bottom's kind of fallen out on my energy levels.
I'm trying not to spread myself out too thin, or pretend like I'm actually finished working just because I got a day and a half of reprieve, but I am to a small extent trying to reclaim a little work-life balance. I'm doing things that I spent about a month completely having to drop, from journalling in any substantial way, to reading just a little for pleasure, or even cooking. God, I can tell you that my system has not been pleased with my devout insistance on a Taco Bell diet. I mean, I still love te Bell. I do. I would eat Taco Bell right now. But I'm really glad to be going back to the scratch cooking, even if I'm only making simple stuff like red sauces for pastas or just stir fries. Like, my body flipped out a little, but I already feel better.
Part of me is frustrated, because I have something to do, and I'm not completely done yet - and I'm losing valueable time against my deadline. But I slow down my pace because I can only sprint so long, only go without food or proper sleep for so long, only drink so much coffee, only go without appropriate maintenance for so long before I stop functioning properly.
So, this is still good. I'm probably going to write something proper about my desire to do, like, 34 quests or whatever in the new year. And I think generally my plan was to start November, but we can see that was impossible (or not tolerable), and December is a crummy month for it, too. I don't even have the list. January is good because January already sucks, 2016 is a shit-tier year anyhow, I won't be nearly so fucking busy in the new year, and because it tracks well with the idea of resolutions. The last is meaningless to me in any tactile, real way, but it does seem to have a nice symbolism - so why not?
School is an all consuming thing. Even when you're not doing something, you know you could be, and that kind of thing never gets off your back. This is a mindset I'm already deeply familiar with, and I'm not sure it's a healthy one. It exacerbates a neurosis I'm already prone to have. Teaching is similar. But teaching one or two classes really seems doable. I'm looking dubiously at a world without this kind of limbo writing cycle and with some money - like, not a hopeless thing, you know? It's profoundly difficult to imagine what that world is like to live in, even though I was actually there about five years ago.