the countdown continues...
Sep. 9th, 2002 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenes11 more days until I buy a new computer.
This weekend was nice; I sent another piece of embroidery for framing, and I got to catch up with some friends I hadn't seen in a couple of months. On Saturday night, people went out to hear a band at Harper's Ferry, but I didn't want to go because last time I went, it was loud, crowded, smoky and there was nowhere at all to sit down. I was going to go out dancing with everybody afterwards, but the dancing got canceled because one of my housemates twisted an ankle badly. She was trying to get off the T in the face of a stampede of college students trying to get on at the same time.
Sunday we spent hanging around with the same set of friends (twice in one weekend, shocking!) and played Apples to Apples and watched movies and made cookies and generally had fun. Low-key is good, lately, if you happen to be me. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe because I'm feeling low on time for me. Which is time spent getting in touch with myself, and figuring out where my brain is, and making myself happy.
A lot of my time on Friday night was spent making myself less actively miserable. Work is just Not Fun lately, and I come home feeling like I've spent all day being beaten with clubs. I have no control over any of this and my back and my head and my stomach are suffering for it. I even had to give up drinking orange juice at work because it upsets my stomach; the only thing I can drink at work any more is milk. I like milk, but I hate the necessity.
Last night I had nightmares about the high school English teacher who made me cry. Normally I'm not much for believing in dreams, but I know exactly what this one was telling me. It's all about not wanting to be at work. I wish I had a little less work ethic, sometimes. If I'm physically capable of getting out of bed, I have to go to work.
I need to figure out how to sort out my brain in a hurry so I can get through the rest of this week without being an absolute wreck by Friday. Blah.
This weekend was nice; I sent another piece of embroidery for framing, and I got to catch up with some friends I hadn't seen in a couple of months. On Saturday night, people went out to hear a band at Harper's Ferry, but I didn't want to go because last time I went, it was loud, crowded, smoky and there was nowhere at all to sit down. I was going to go out dancing with everybody afterwards, but the dancing got canceled because one of my housemates twisted an ankle badly. She was trying to get off the T in the face of a stampede of college students trying to get on at the same time.
Sunday we spent hanging around with the same set of friends (twice in one weekend, shocking!) and played Apples to Apples and watched movies and made cookies and generally had fun. Low-key is good, lately, if you happen to be me. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe because I'm feeling low on time for me. Which is time spent getting in touch with myself, and figuring out where my brain is, and making myself happy.
A lot of my time on Friday night was spent making myself less actively miserable. Work is just Not Fun lately, and I come home feeling like I've spent all day being beaten with clubs. I have no control over any of this and my back and my head and my stomach are suffering for it. I even had to give up drinking orange juice at work because it upsets my stomach; the only thing I can drink at work any more is milk. I like milk, but I hate the necessity.
Last night I had nightmares about the high school English teacher who made me cry. Normally I'm not much for believing in dreams, but I know exactly what this one was telling me. It's all about not wanting to be at work. I wish I had a little less work ethic, sometimes. If I'm physically capable of getting out of bed, I have to go to work.
I need to figure out how to sort out my brain in a hurry so I can get through the rest of this week without being an absolute wreck by Friday. Blah.
