Time is the longest distance between two places

Feeling very in limbo at the minute. Too many things that depend on other stuff getting done first. And the lists are endless, and progress seems painfully slow, and every single bloody step is mind-numbingly laboured. And there are plenty of pretty lights at the end of the tunnel, but they're so SO far away right now.

(Mona and Matt are coming to Whitby, and I'm so looking forward to that, as it's years since I dragged them into my world and way too long since I've seen them in general. And I spoke to my brother the other night - again, been way too long, we are rubbish at sibling communication - and we were discussing vague ideas of what we'll do when I head out to visit in September (beach parties and aquariums and mountains and boats) and even vaguer plans of a snowboarding trip some time after, and now my head's in California even though my body's stuck in Leeds. And it's still looking like there's a good chance that trip will involve Dragon*Con, which is all kinds of other exciting on top. And it's all so far away. Even my birthday, which is ridiculously close by comparison, has a can't-even-think-about-that-until-I've-done [portfolio/website/tax return] blockade in the way.)

Days like this I hate my brain. How is it able to make looking forward to fun things ahead feel like trudging through ever-deepening mud?

It's limbo.

Or maybe just Wednesday.