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Feb. 11th, 2016 02:43 pmJust briefly:
Lent's just started. I am already craving chocolate.
The reason I haven't been posting much of late is: my client in Germany dumped a couple of projects in my lap, AND it's been a crazy couple of weeks at work, AND I've been doing Peter things the last couple of weekends.
Well, last weekend I actually bailed at the last minute. I realized that doing a six-hour drive, when my car was overdue for an oil change, to go spend a lot of money skiing, for a party that my Aunt (whose presence would've made the whole business feel less awkward from my end) was unable to attend...was not something that was really a viable option from the point of view of my sanity.
(I skipped my kid's birthday party. I am the worst parent.) : is what my superego keeps telling me.
Uh, anyway. Instead I got some work (though not enough) done on the editing, and saw my Aunt, whose partner was in hospital here getting both knees replaced.
I am kinda an emotional wreck right now, and should probably go back on medication, except I don't want to and when would I find the time for appointments?
...But I keep on truckin'. I'm a *functional* depressive right now, is I guess what I'd say.
Now if I can just get this paper done, and survive another weekend with Peter...
Lent's just started. I am already craving chocolate.
The reason I haven't been posting much of late is: my client in Germany dumped a couple of projects in my lap, AND it's been a crazy couple of weeks at work, AND I've been doing Peter things the last couple of weekends.
Well, last weekend I actually bailed at the last minute. I realized that doing a six-hour drive, when my car was overdue for an oil change, to go spend a lot of money skiing, for a party that my Aunt (whose presence would've made the whole business feel less awkward from my end) was unable to attend...was not something that was really a viable option from the point of view of my sanity.
(I skipped my kid's birthday party. I am the worst parent.) : is what my superego keeps telling me.
Uh, anyway. Instead I got some work (though not enough) done on the editing, and saw my Aunt, whose partner was in hospital here getting both knees replaced.
I am kinda an emotional wreck right now, and should probably go back on medication, except I don't want to and when would I find the time for appointments?
...But I keep on truckin'. I'm a *functional* depressive right now, is I guess what I'd say.
Now if I can just get this paper done, and survive another weekend with Peter...
