Saturday, September 29, 2012

Uh, huh. Pass the Coffee.

I attempted to open my picture file yesterday and went into a spaztastic breakdown. So I shut it in order to breathe again.

Later I took a nap. When I was almost asleep, I started to think about the last chapter I edited and everything that I needed to fix. Again. Because my not-quite-there brain knew it wasn't good enough. That left me fighting a panic attack.

And last night, when I wanted to shut off my mind? I tried to read. Uh, yeah. I can't concentrate through a page.


So what does this tell you?


There are reasons that this blog is dead. haha.

I have to get away from this book for a while and decompress. Steven and I going on a date tonight (with friends). Phew. I hope it's enough to clear my head so that I can start next week fresh.

Of course, I am working this morning. Because I can't waste an entire day. The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can have my life back.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

This and That

I know, I've been a horribly sporadic blogger of late. All I can say is, I do think about posting. And then realize how much work it is and... eh... I do other things. HAHA.


Trying to be better.

Let's play 'throw it all out there and let it stick to the wall day.' Like cooked sketti.

SIDE NOTE: I FREAKING LOVE THAT SHOW. Yeah, I'm probably getting dumber each time I watch it, but who cares? It's an awesome way to get stupid. But, I'm not going to actually try the recipe (I'm fascinated by people who do! Wow. Dedication.).


I have about a month's worth of pictures on my camera. At some point I may download them. -- Yes, YES, I WILL download them. It's on "the list," as in the one I keep both down the left side of my computer and to the right of my desk in my handwritten notebook.


I feel like I say everything is 'on the list.' Soooooooo. That list is pretty long.

I'm like three... four?... weeks behind at this point. I'm not joking when I say the thought of catching up is overwhelming. Completely my fault, but still. There are only so many hours in the day. I have to pick my choices wisely.

On the other hand, my house is clean. :)

Of course, that has more to do with the fact that I can't physically function in a cluttered/messy house. Cleaning the house will always get chosen over picture editing any day of the week.


Still chugging along. I mean, really, what can I say? I'm closer than I was last time I said that, yet still so far away from being finished.

Part of it is that I keep having to redo crap. SIGH. But. It's okay, I guess. It will be better in the end. It's just that (1) it drains all my energy, and (2) I want to work on my next project (because I'm oh, so excited about it!).


After the roast incident she had diarrhea for three days. NOT FUN. She was banned from our bed for the duration (of course, duh) and was pissed about this turn of events.

Steven said, "I would say, 'At least she learned her lesson,' but I doubt she did."

I doubt it too.

Even though it was her fault that she got the runs, she was still angry at me for kicking her out of my bed. She gave me her Yuki Stare of Death. It took her several days to get over it.

That would have been the end of Yuki's anger towards me if not for last night. I let her out to go to the bathroom. It was pretty late at night. Where we live there aren't any streetlights, so it's dark. I used the side door off my office, kept it open while she did her business, and played on my computer.

Several minutes went by. She didn't come back. At ten, I was outside calling her. At fifteen, I had gotten the flashlight and still couldn't find her. At twenty, I called Steven to help me.

Steven walked to the other door at the opposite side of the house where the deck is, opened it, and there Yuki was, shivering in a tight little ball.

"Looks like someone forgot what door she went out," Steven said.

When Yuki came inside, she went straight to her kennel. She wouldn't come out for an hour, and when she finally did, she'd have nothing to do with me! She wouldn't let me near her. She kept running under my bed so I wouldn't touch her.

I said to Steven, "She's ticked at me! I did not lock her out. This is not my fault."

"Well, she thinks you did."

Uh, huh. She's still ignoring me today! I'm not happy. Why am I being punished?


I drank so many of them on Sunday I wanted to puke. :/

They are my favorite. I kind of go overboard when they're in season. I had a PSL bellyache and I swore I'd never get another one. *barf*

That was three days ago.

Today I'm fiending for one in the worst way. It's almost enough to make me change out of my PJs and drive to Starbucks.


Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Still Working

I guess Go Daddy got hacked yesterday. Lots of sites were down (including mine). That was fun! *wink*

This is a boring post to say: I know that I should post more! But, as usual, I have nothing to talk about.

Not that my life is boring, or that I don't have a BILLION pictures to edit. It's that I'm still working on Manuscript-Of-Soul-Suck. It takes up all my time and, honestly, every brain cell I have.

Last night Steven had to ask me a question six times. It wasn't that I didn't hear him. I stared at him in the face as he asked me. What he asked didn't compute, my mind was engaged elsewhere.

This is not new. And he wasn't the least bit shocked. When I did manage to piece together what he asked, he laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's all good." That's why I love him. He understands my crazy. :)

There's still way too much work to do on the Manuscript-of-Soul-Suck, but I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. Another few weeks.

By the way, I still adore it. So there's that.


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