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I want my brain back. Too much work has left me unable to focus inside. No voices in my head. Writng is not even an option when I can't even figure out simple things like shoes and doorknobs and tea. Stumbling and sleeping at odd times. Of course, it's partly it's the heat, but mostly it's the build up of way too many long hours recently. It's not even down to any one specific event anymore, I'm just bone tired. Holiday week at the end of July just can't come soon enough.
Mind you, before then is Race for Life and Cthulhuing and Nottingham and Wendyhouse. But if they kill me it will be of happy exhaustion.
(I need a haircut.)
In the meantime I have been filling time with various random activities. Finally got round to buying a whole bunch of plants for the garden. Now need to find a few non-swelterng hours to plant them. Buying plants in late June offers opportunuties for cheating. I could have bought a bush sized tomato plant that was already bursting with fruit. Instead for the same price I bought two spindly plants that I will love and nurture (assuming I don't aactually kill them) and that between them will probably produce 3 tomatoes between now and September. That probably says something about me, but I'm not sure I want to know what that is.
I have also somehow worked my way through every single entry in ttp://www.textsfromlastnight.com because I have a stupid completionist thing in my head. It is this kind of obsessive dedication that makes me very good at keeping up with a million webcomics, and very bad at leaving work on time. (Besides, it's funny.) I can't remember who first linked to that, but I may one day forgive you. Also, I am feeling a tiny bit like I wish I was 21 again, and a whole lot relieved that I'm not.
I have also been making interesting scuptural piles of things in my room as it required less brain activity than putting them away.
I need to make a new pair of wings. (Really, not metaphorically. Although a mataphorical pair would be handy, if anyone has any to spare.)
Am trying to persuade Kris that we need to buy a 13' trampoline. He isn't convinced.
It is too late and still way too hot. That's it. I am going to throw all the food out the freezer, fill it with ice-cubes, grind them down to powder, build a snowman and take him to bed.
Mind you, before then is Race for Life and Cthulhuing and Nottingham and Wendyhouse. But if they kill me it will be of happy exhaustion.
(I need a haircut.)
In the meantime I have been filling time with various random activities. Finally got round to buying a whole bunch of plants for the garden. Now need to find a few non-swelterng hours to plant them. Buying plants in late June offers opportunuties for cheating. I could have bought a bush sized tomato plant that was already bursting with fruit. Instead for the same price I bought two spindly plants that I will love and nurture (assuming I don't aactually kill them) and that between them will probably produce 3 tomatoes between now and September. That probably says something about me, but I'm not sure I want to know what that is.
I have also somehow worked my way through every single entry in ttp://www.textsfromlastnight.com because I have a stupid completionist thing in my head. It is this kind of obsessive dedication that makes me very good at keeping up with a million webcomics, and very bad at leaving work on time. (Besides, it's funny.) I can't remember who first linked to that, but I may one day forgive you. Also, I am feeling a tiny bit like I wish I was 21 again, and a whole lot relieved that I'm not.
I have also been making interesting scuptural piles of things in my room as it required less brain activity than putting them away.
I need to make a new pair of wings. (Really, not metaphorically. Although a mataphorical pair would be handy, if anyone has any to spare.)
Am trying to persuade Kris that we need to buy a 13' trampoline. He isn't convinced.
It is too late and still way too hot. That's it. I am going to throw all the food out the freezer, fill it with ice-cubes, grind them down to powder, build a snowman and take him to bed.
