Daily Archives: February 1, 2007

Gnash

Does my phone number have a “call me” sign taped to its back? Three telemarketers have interrupted me so far this evening since I sat down to work.

In other news, I have 678 words of a preface written. Most of them are good. I feel like I’m missing something meaningful, but most of my overbrain considers this a symptom of exhaustion.

Also?

Eating sugar does not help. The sugar rush bit doesn’t happen; the body and mind go directly to the sugar crash. Do not pass go; do not collect $200 worth of perky focus-on-work.

Feeling so tired that you can’t even manage a sugar high is a sad state to be in, let me tell you.

Focus

I feel like I’ve been walking around asleep for the past two days, which is a bad thing. I couldn’t stop yawning last night at orchestra, and when I try to remember something from the past forty-eight hours my mind’s eye sees it through a sort of odd distorted filter. It’s just general exhaustion that has accumulated over the past ten days. Too, Liam seems to have recently developed an extra level of energy that makes being at home with him and keeping up with his antics that much harder, despite his ongoing awesomeness, as well as a new edge to his mood that pushes the limit of patience (both his and mine).

All I want to do is take a bath and go to bed (do you sense a theme in the last week’s worth of posts?). The preface needs to be finished before I can do that. A seven hundred and fifty word article. It’s 19h00 right now. I have a two-hundred word point-form outline. I can do this.

It’s probably a bad sign that I want to use my ‘Buggre Alle this’ icon before I’ve even begun working.

Enabled

There is an astonishingly large amount of “you need this unused bit of electronic stuff that I have lying around, pay me a pittance when you have the money free in a couple of months” going around in my life right now. As a result, I have my first real grown-up stereo set-up after buying a CD deck as my treat to myself for delivering the pagan pregnancy book (how have I, a bass-loving cellist, survived listened to classical music without a subwoofer until now?), and as of last night I also have a replacement ’03 Latitude laptop for my well-loved and well-used ’94 Lifebook (interestingly enough, also a gift from a friend a five years ago). The Lifebook is too slow for me now, won’t recognise USB flash drives no matter how many drivers I download, only functions on dial-up, can’t read CD-Rs on which I store files, and is just not up to what I need it to do for me these days. It saw me through five books, two published and three unpublished, as well as plenty of articles and short fiction. The Latitude is pretty much equivalent to my own desktop, which is yay, because now I have an alternative place to go to work/play when I need to get away from where I’ve been working on the desktop in the office. I wonder what I’ll write on it first. Other than Swan Sister once I get back to it next week, that is.

So heartfelt thanks to those of my friends who think of me, and who believe that things like music machines and computers ought to be used instead of gathering dust.

And I perpetuate the passing-on karma: yes Mum, you get the Lifebook when we come down to see you this month.