I don't have the energy to just sit and write for an hour at the end of the day, especially the work day, because at the end of the work day I've been at work for thirteen hours and don't have the energy or attention span to write for an hour straight. but a few minutes here and there throught the day? sure, I have that.
not that I did too well today.
so it turns out that setting my alarm for 4:30 does not, in fact, help me get up early, so I set my alarm for 5:00 and actually managed to get up at 5:30. I packed my bag, looked out the window, and:
a. HOLY SHIT: SNOW
b. OH FUCK: SNOW
c. FUCK SNOW
d. FUCK ALL SNOW, FOREVER
-- but I only almost slid off the road once and I still managed to get to work only about five minutes late, so that's a step in the right direction, I'd say.
found out one of my coworkers on the overnight shift got a new job and today was his last day. so much for two weeks' notice, I guess, but I can't blame him. there was a going-away lunch at Clyde's, but I sent the new guy and stayed to work the desk as I'd already opened a ticket on a long-distance circuit that turned out to be a problem on our equipment, and I didn't want to leave it in the hands of someone who didn't have the full picture of what was going on. it took like six hours to get someone who could do what I needed them to do, he fixed the problem of his own initiative, and if he had been less clever or had only done what I asked of him, the problem would still be there.
but as a result, I didn't get to eat lunch until quarter after two. more cranky, more tired.
I came straight home after work. I ate tacos and watched Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes (gloriously ridiculous animated series) and washed dishes and did laundry.
I had a tremendous weekend: Aly visited from Pittsburgh from Sunday to Wednesday and Anna stayed with us, too. we ran around eating and book-hunting for three days straight.
I figured out my social tolerance is roughly three days before I start to feel like a cranky three year old and can't decide who I hate more, myself or everyone on the planet. I love being around my friends and/or my girlfriend, and I also need time to myself, and a fair amount of it. but I've been overindulging in one or the other, and it makes me resent whichever one I'm doing at the time. this is what it sounds like when doves cry.
I am reading The Dragon Variations, an omnibus of the first three Liaden Universe novels, which are basically Regency romances crossed with space opera, something that is (perhaps surprisingly) right up my alley, and the eponymous Liaden are pretty much space elves, which made me retch as soon as I realized it about thirty-odd pages in, and then three hundred pages later it's three in the morning and I'm hooked, so fuck you, space elves, you got me good.
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