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Having a terrible time getting started this morning, or possibly a lovely lazy morning that I now have to pay the consequences for. Spending the day waiting for something that likely isn't going to come... I hate that. I keep trying to ignore it and go on with my day, but I can't, and it's driving me nuts.
My landlord showed up an hour or so ago to fix my bathroom door, and now my house is filled with fumes from bondo, which again, can't ignore but can't really do anything about. I've got the bathroom exhaust fan on, but it's only helping so much... and it's a noisy little bugger too. My ears are ringing. I'd put on music, but then that would make writing a lot more difficult.
Finished my socks last night, only I only realized after I got them bound off and the ends woven in and whatnot that one is like 3/4 inches shorter than the other in the foot length. This isn't a huge deal, as they do stretch when you wear them, but argh.... Wanted them to match. They don't match. And I could undo the binding and the last two inches, add an inch, and then do it again, but... they're off the needles and done, and that would mean putting them back on again, and... gah. Do I want done more than perfect? I think maybe I do. Bloody things. Argh.
Have on cropped yoga-style pajama pants and fuzzy pink socks and a t-shirt. If I were to go out, I'd have to put on something else that's vaguely matching. And probably not fuzzy in any regard. And likely jeans. I have neither soda nor fizzy water here (not fuzzy water... that would be different), though, and I still have to figure out something for lunch.
The worst of it is that I really, really do have so much to do today. And I'm at that state of fretting that anytime I do something that isn't related directly to what I need to do, I get all spun up and anxious, which makes it harder to settle and work, which makes me anxious, etc. And so on, and so forth... Bah. Hate that.
My landlord showed up an hour or so ago to fix my bathroom door, and now my house is filled with fumes from bondo, which again, can't ignore but can't really do anything about. I've got the bathroom exhaust fan on, but it's only helping so much... and it's a noisy little bugger too. My ears are ringing. I'd put on music, but then that would make writing a lot more difficult.
Finished my socks last night, only I only realized after I got them bound off and the ends woven in and whatnot that one is like 3/4 inches shorter than the other in the foot length. This isn't a huge deal, as they do stretch when you wear them, but argh.... Wanted them to match. They don't match. And I could undo the binding and the last two inches, add an inch, and then do it again, but... they're off the needles and done, and that would mean putting them back on again, and... gah. Do I want done more than perfect? I think maybe I do. Bloody things. Argh.
Have on cropped yoga-style pajama pants and fuzzy pink socks and a t-shirt. If I were to go out, I'd have to put on something else that's vaguely matching. And probably not fuzzy in any regard. And likely jeans. I have neither soda nor fizzy water here (not fuzzy water... that would be different), though, and I still have to figure out something for lunch.
The worst of it is that I really, really do have so much to do today. And I'm at that state of fretting that anytime I do something that isn't related directly to what I need to do, I get all spun up and anxious, which makes it harder to settle and work, which makes me anxious, etc. And so on, and so forth... Bah. Hate that.
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