So, it’s brain dump time–we blog about everything rattling around in our heads. So, if you read further, please don’t expect a lot of coherence or cohesion. In addition to fighting with ADD, I’m also too tired and depressed and stressed out to try to do much beyond dump. So…here’s the unloading.
I’m tired, depressed, and angry. Lately, it seems the only news is bad news, and it’s not just bad, it’s catastrophically bad. It gets harder and harder to see hope beyond the latest horrific shitshow members of our “government” are pulling.
My house is a wreck a mess–too messy for the houseguest I’ll have Sunday, but trying to get everything organized seems almost insurmountable at this point. I know she’s coming to see me, not judge my house, but as I look around, I’m still freaking out about it.
Honestly, I’m stressed and sad about literally everything from school issues to job issues to this country’s rapid slide into fascism. And if I actually take the time to write out all the thoughts I’m having about these things, I’ll probably end up in a fetal position in the bathtub.
So, I’m going to move on to other random thoughts in my head.
I really need to get rid of the rest of the wedding dress that was the base for the new wedding dress I made. It’s ginormous box is taking up too damn much space in my house and my brain.
My feet are ugly and my toes need to be painted desperately.
I have two audio preps that I need to finish this week for a client.
I really want to finish the chapter of my book that I’m writing.
I wrote over 10K while on vacation and still managed to do family stuff.
I’m sick and tired of being the one who has to decide what stays and goes in the big house purge.
I really want some popsicles, but we’re out.
In five more sleeps, I’ll be driving to the U.P. to pick up Jess.
I still need to write my blog about this year’s writer’s retreat.
Jess Jarman, Jenny Trout and I are going to be at the Rust City Book Con during the first weekend of August, and I still need to do ALL THE THINGS for that.
Jen and I are going to go see Billy Joel in Chicago in a few weeks.
I have awesome people in my life who make me realize how lucky I am to have so many people who love me.
I need to remember to bring fabric and scissors when I babysit my niece Saturday so I can use their table to cut out tops after I put her to bed. It’s the perfect height. and I don’t have to fight with cats there.
Cutting out fabric with cats is a nightmare.
I still want popsicles.
Sometimes, I feel like I hate everything, and that makes me feel like a terrible person.
I’m tired of constantly feeling like I’m trying to swim upstream and getting nowhere.
I’d like to go to bed right now, but I have too much to do.