balsamandash: picture from Hyperbole and a Half, text: "my fish are dead" (haah] my fish are dead)
And then I had to spend the night in stationary area.

Which right now - between the notebooks, the paper crafting supplies, the sewing stuff, and the jewlery stuff - just feels like a parade of shit Id like to do and never will have my head together for.

So done with total creative block. So done with so many things. Like fucking Walmart.
balsamandash: (film] only see what i'm looking through)
I don't have brain to run around replying to comments, but thank you if you've replied to my last couple of posts. I appreciate it and I'll try to stop whining now.

I wasted my weekend again, but taxes are done, and I wrote something I didn't hate and cracked 10k for the year. I need to see if I can get the fic beta'd so I can put it up, but... Betas are hard. So we'll see.

And now I am starting night 1 of 7 straight nights on. This should be.... Something.
balsamandash: picture from Hyperbole and a Half, text: "my fish are dead" (haah] my fish are dead)
I am at bus stops/on busses til at least 930. I get up at 330 and leave again around 5. Fuck. Everything.

Misc to do list:
- Sunday: Get bus money out
- Monday: M: Call hospital
- Monday: ?: Taxes
- Monday: N: Talk to mom
- At Bast's: Alter music player
- Next week: Find tarot decks, draft post, start transfer process + job hunt, cry a lot
- Sunday next: Transfer back to parents

And in general: Stop getting pissed off that I'm paying more than a months worth of paychecks for someone to shine a light in my ears. Cause I am either gonna cry or get really pissed if I don't.
balsamandash: (. keep calm... nope)
Since about 2 am Wednesday, I believe, I have slept 5 broken hours.

I am now on my way to work.

There's no way this can go bad, nope. I'm a genius.

Edit: and my hospital bill is arrived. Fuck. I wanted to do movies this week. Don't know if I can after I see it.
balsamandash: (ele] the cavalry with tea and sympathy)
All food is weird, all parts of me hurt, all light is too bright. I want nothing more than to curl up on someone's lap and be allowed to be twitchy and get hugs for a while, and I don't get that for at least nine days.

I am so, so tired.
balsamandash: (Default)
My night so far:
> Slept through my alarms, woke up at 7:15
> Got on the bus to parents at 7:45
> Started crying before I got off the bus
> Stopped crying for about twenty minutes, long enough to eat
> Started crying again, hard enough that my parents convinced me to call out, because I'm pretty sure I'd have just ended up sobbing through my shift if I didn't

So, yeah. Guess who's not working tonight after all?

I am at parents, stealing my mother's computer while she watches horror movies. I still kind of feel like crying and like I went through the wringer, but I calmed down some and watching Midnight Hour distracted me.

I still want to hit things over NaNo, I still feel like I'm mostly missing my holiday, but I don't think I'm going on another two-hour crying jag, so.


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