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Last week sucked beyond definition.
This week? Awesome.
I dunno. I was sick last week, dealing with that evil aspect of being female (sighs), depressed, frustrated, scared about taxes (all happy, I get enough back for my ticket to Germany), and worried about how I was gonna survive February with the extraordinary electric bill ($528--a month and a half, because I am LEAVING my jack-ass electric company (Reliant) and going to www.greenmountain.com--GOING GREEN!), and my daughter's bank account fiasco (damn sorority cashed a check from OCTOBER just last week, and she thought it had gone through--i.e., she did not keep tabs on her account--and *I* had to pay for it--damn good thing she quit that damn sorority, or I damn well would've made her!)...and oh yeah, have to pay $325 to the dentist tomorrow for Tiff's crown, just other, more personal things. All this rolled up into one frustrated whiny unhappy sad and very confused puppy. Me.
All is shiny this week. Heck if I know why really--not sick, my dear N is a sweetheart, rewatching Torchwood and enjoying it (and learning so much lol--mayhap NOW I won't make a fool of myself when I try to write some fanfic? Hope not--but it may still happen, yikes, think I can handle it better now), the creative juices are screaming: ballet story is going great guns, and the head is spinning about a tantalizing TW comm I can't get out of my head.
Also, peeps here are starting to notice I am disappearing. ABOUT TIME!!!! There is 26.8 and 3 sizes less of me! (11.2 to go to reach my goal) I enjoyed being accused of, ahem, 'glowing, looking like I'm ten years younger, losing my drawers (do need to buy a belt!), of not having wrinkles anymore' (wait, I had wrinkles? NO I DID NOT! uh did I?. It is so cool to be feeling sexay, realizing all my size medium shirts are starting to look silly (ohmygod, I am broke, I can't buy clothes NOW!), and starting to get involved in a fandom that is really kind of fun even though geesh, as with any large group, has its weirdos. And no, not the ME kind of weirdo. GENUINE weirdos. Shrug. Thank heavens for the smart, intelligent, normal ones who are calm and reasonable. Whew.
In any case, my life is evolving again, and I really like where it is headed. It is maybe no real mystery that as my self-confidence and esteem grows, my confidence and happiness with my writing does too.
So much to look forward to--like getting off that plane in Hamburg in July.
Oh yeah.
This week? Awesome.
I dunno. I was sick last week, dealing with that evil aspect of being female (sighs), depressed, frustrated, scared about taxes (all happy, I get enough back for my ticket to Germany), and worried about how I was gonna survive February with the extraordinary electric bill ($528--a month and a half, because I am LEAVING my jack-ass electric company (Reliant) and going to www.greenmountain.com--GOING GREEN!), and my daughter's bank account fiasco (damn sorority cashed a check from OCTOBER just last week, and she thought it had gone through--i.e., she did not keep tabs on her account--and *I* had to pay for it--damn good thing she quit that damn sorority, or I damn well would've made her!)...and oh yeah, have to pay $325 to the dentist tomorrow for Tiff's crown, just other, more personal things. All this rolled up into one frustrated whiny unhappy sad and very confused puppy. Me.
All is shiny this week. Heck if I know why really--not sick, my dear N is a sweetheart, rewatching Torchwood and enjoying it (and learning so much lol--mayhap NOW I won't make a fool of myself when I try to write some fanfic? Hope not--but it may still happen, yikes, think I can handle it better now), the creative juices are screaming: ballet story is going great guns, and the head is spinning about a tantalizing TW comm I can't get out of my head.
Also, peeps here are starting to notice I am disappearing. ABOUT TIME!!!! There is 26.8 and 3 sizes less of me! (11.2 to go to reach my goal) I enjoyed being accused of, ahem, 'glowing, looking like I'm ten years younger, losing my drawers (do need to buy a belt!), of not having wrinkles anymore' (wait, I had wrinkles? NO I DID NOT! uh did I?. It is so cool to be feeling sexay, realizing all my size medium shirts are starting to look silly (ohmygod, I am broke, I can't buy clothes NOW!), and starting to get involved in a fandom that is really kind of fun even though geesh, as with any large group, has its weirdos. And no, not the ME kind of weirdo. GENUINE weirdos. Shrug. Thank heavens for the smart, intelligent, normal ones who are calm and reasonable. Whew.
In any case, my life is evolving again, and I really like where it is headed. It is maybe no real mystery that as my self-confidence and esteem grows, my confidence and happiness with my writing does too.
So much to look forward to--like getting off that plane in Hamburg in July.
Oh yeah.
