girlie jones

Firstly, I really do put off the most ridiculous of things. And when, after 6 months I finally do them, they take like 30 secs, require one phonecall to an unbelivably helpful person and then they are sorted. And I'm left staring at the phone receiver wondering why that took 6 months and an enormous amount of self mustering and loin girdering to get it done?

Ack!

Secondly, I got coffee and lunch from the Crazy Man today cause sometimes you're having a rough enough time that it's nice to have the crazy barrista call out to you in the middle of the store and double check your order cause normally you order skinny and today you forgot.

Work is madness. Let us not talk of it. Am in a deep hole and people keep filling it with more sand and telling me it should be deeper.

Life is hard going at the moment. But that's okay - it's just hard. And it's made all the better by finding text messages and emails checking in with me and wishing me a better day and by work emails like "we have cake for you in our office" cause you missed morning tea due to stupidly long and pointless meetings that only depress you because the world is so fucking inefficient.

Been itching for the last hour and couldn't work out why - then idly looked over at the *strawberries* I had been *eating*!

Gr%^$*D!

Need. Sleep. And. Day. Off.

Am not getting one though - this weekend Twelfth Planet Press has a workshop for New Ceres anthology AND planning for the publishing schedule and finances for 2009 (and 2012. hopefully).

These words actually just came out of my mouth as I turned on the TV to work in front of: ooh 20/20! Awesome!

Yeah, I was shocked too. But I actually really like 20/20 and I just watched those kids have a field and a bowl. Cute.

I have no idea where this evening went. I walked in the door, went into the study and thought I would just do a bit of ASif! business and then before I knew it it was like ... if I do this, this and this, I can get a cross off my list. And it was 8.30. Huh. How did that happen? On the other hand? Cross off my list! Woot! Crossing off lists gets addictive when you hit threshold. It's finding threshold that's normally my downfall. I can't believe how many things I am finally doing that have hung around and been ignored on to do lists all year. It's very liberating.

To celebrate I am starting a new cross stitch. Just you know ... to make sure ...

Heh, I just told editormum that last night I dreamed she had a baby dragon, like as a pet. She was chasing it around all the time and it was fluffier than I'd expect a dragon to be. T's response was "wow, your dreams are awesome right now."

That was in and amongst the stressful dreams I had in which I lost my keys and so my doors weren't locked and people came into my house whilst I was sleeping. And there was a hand smacking the window pane against the darknes of the night that creeped me the fuck out and I had to properly wake up before I could go back to sleep and not fall back into the nightmare. I also went to some enormous lecture being held in like an American football stadium in which the Treasurer of the World was delivering a speech on the state of the world finances and one whole wall just had the stocks and the constant flickering numbers. And something to do with my seats ... can't remember.