I gotta keep from getting into this work-without-a-break and then come-home-and-collapse lifestyle. Yes, it's only another five months of this terrible pace, but gimme a break, that's another five months out of my life. I'm tired of living like 'this will all pass in four or five months.' I could hardly sit up by 3:00pm this afternoon, and by the time I got home at 6:00, I was dead meat.
Last year during our season I didn't blog for six months, I didn't write any fanfic, I didn't do anything but work and work out, not to mention stress out.
Now I'm not even working out.
At least I'm still going to writing-related sessions, as mediocre as some of those are. And Monday night is our Writing Group meeting, so this weekend I have to read and comment and prepare for it. (Wish it wasn't so much work on my part as the leader.)
So, the Christian Bale rant rap came in handy yesterday in my two-hour parade meeting. I had our leader (and fellow hiphop fan) listen to the rap on my iPod both before and then after the meeting. Then we just emailed each other with our new code: WDYFU. ("What don't you fuckin' understand?") There will always be people who just don't get it. This thing has been cranked in my car for the last 48 hours.
We made a lot of progress this week on programming stuff at work, even though on Monday we have to cut another $40,000 out of the budget. (!!) And today we had our first walk-thru of the new 'office space.' It's hard to picture how it will work, but I'm not going to worry about it. Everything always works out and in the scheme of life it's a smallish matter.
Sorry to hear Jess pb_n_jam
is sick and her internet is down. Missed her at today's parade meeting. And Monday I'm having coffee with Rachel for the first time in ages, which will be a shot in the arm in many ways. We'll laugh our asses off, I'm sure.