Spent Saturday and Sunday watching Baylon 5 and sleeping, sleeping, fighting off my yearly sinus infection, and sleeping some more. My appetite was back on Sunday, which meant the worst had passed.
I came home late Friday night after frantically getting everything done at work that I needed to get done and then literally collapsed. I realized that I’d been funneling all of the other stresses in my life that I refused to deal with into my job, and I was imploding. My job really isn’t important. I’m not going to say on my death bed, “If only I would have entered those new forecast dates two days early!”
No.
Yesterday I had a pleasant coffee data with Ysa at a coffee shop called Kopi that I hadn’t been to before. Great food and drinks, lousy service. Jenn and I went to the Sarah Waters reading as well, which was great (as Jenn said, “Gee, I think all of lesbian Chicago is here!”). As if to confirm that statement, Jenn’s ex, K, showed up and said “hi.” They’re friends and on speaking terms, but I’m baffled as to what to say, if anything. So I didn’t say anything.
I went home, took a long bath, and finished the monstrosity that is the Venom Cock book. I’ve had to force myself through this thing for the last month – and this is from somebody who can read 3-4 books a week. Everytime the author said, “And then things got worse!” I had to set it down for another week. It’s a terrible, mean book whose purporse seems to be to be terrible and mean. I’ll rant about it later. Try reading this alongside Naomi Wolf’s Fire with Fire, and you’ll probably understand why Cock pissed me off so much.
Today I’m working on line edits for tDW. I have no intention of leaving the house.
I might do some laundry, but that may just be “wild speculation.”
Rumor has it that there’s a lot of that going around.
