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I don't know what it is about months beginning with J, but they're all bloody difficult in their own little ways and it suuuuuuuuucks. Between it being bloody freezing, and both me brains and me guts acting up, this particular January's being a butt; really nothing to do but soldier on through it, because February, while short, is full of things to look forward to, and that's regardless of whether we decide to go to the Flea or not.
All that said, there are good things going on. Beads progress, I'm still doing well at work, and so far my determination to keep a sharp eye on my finances this year is working. I really wish someone had pitched budgeting and money management as "hey look, you know how you like to do incredibly sick and complicated things with Excel?* Make it do things with money!" to me years ago, I might not be in as much of a mess as I am right now. Thankfully it's not too horrific of a mess and while the next few months will suck a bit, it'll be much less of a mess six months from now, provided all goes according to plan. We'll see. We all know man likes to plan and God likes to be trollin'.
I haven't killed my husband yet, that's something. Honestly on the contrary... I almost don't want to say this because I'm afraid I'll jinx it, but... okay, wow, this is what "disgustingly happily married" feels like. I mean sure, he makes me want to whack him with a mallet at least once an hour, but on the whole? This seems to be a good look for both of us almost four months in. Also, the weirder life with him gets the more I completely understand Roger and Jessica Rabbit's relationship. The other day he was sitting in the kids' cardboard rocket ship petting a cat like an evil overlord. I... look, my life, y'all. What is it.
While work has been going quite well, I'm rather glad we have a three day weekend coming up. While pretty much completely over the Vague Plague of Christmas, I still have a lingering cough and just this low simmering malaise following me around that doesn't make me happy. An extra day to sleep and potter about and self-care would not go amiss. I'm quite sure the beef and Guinness stew I've got happily burbling away in the crockpot downstairs will also help with that, as I can just TELL I'm low in the protein and iron departments. The fact that my digestive system has been extra amounts of fuckyou lately I'm sure isn't helping. So yes, I rather welcome the extra day to deal and heal.
I started working on redesigning my personal site last night. I was gonna take the opportunity to install and learn Drupal, but I don't quite have the space available on my server to do so and it ain't worth upgrading for it at this point, so updating my mad webskillz will have to wait for a bit. meantime, back to my wheelhouse, which is pretty much "lets bash together some custom PHP widgets until they fart usable, clean code in protest." My approach to programming may be a wee bit unorthodox. News at 11.
Stalled out on writing. Mildly upset about this, but I have other irons in the fire and unless i want to cough up the money for Dragon Dictate, I can't write and bead at the same time. Someday when I have oodles of money I may do that though, because you know how I look like I'm talking to myself when I'm pretty sure no one's in earshot? I'm not; that's how I work out dialogue. It's all characters talking out loud, they just all happen to be using my mouth. Of course phrasing it that way does my outward projection of sanity no favors. Not that it wasn't a shaky projection at best.
sigh... yeah no. Pretty much no matter how I spin it, the next fortnight's going to be a rough one for me. My best hope for getting through it is lots of self-care, doing stuff that either makes me happy or distracts me thoroughly from the rabid brain-eating feelweasels. Worst comes to worst, my house will suddenly become sparklingly clean or I bead until all the bones and tendons in my hands turn to goo. Goooooooooo! Or something.
And now... scalding hot shower.
All that said, there are good things going on. Beads progress, I'm still doing well at work, and so far my determination to keep a sharp eye on my finances this year is working. I really wish someone had pitched budgeting and money management as "hey look, you know how you like to do incredibly sick and complicated things with Excel?* Make it do things with money!" to me years ago, I might not be in as much of a mess as I am right now. Thankfully it's not too horrific of a mess and while the next few months will suck a bit, it'll be much less of a mess six months from now, provided all goes according to plan. We'll see. We all know man likes to plan and God likes to be trollin'.
I haven't killed my husband yet, that's something. Honestly on the contrary... I almost don't want to say this because I'm afraid I'll jinx it, but... okay, wow, this is what "disgustingly happily married" feels like. I mean sure, he makes me want to whack him with a mallet at least once an hour, but on the whole? This seems to be a good look for both of us almost four months in. Also, the weirder life with him gets the more I completely understand Roger and Jessica Rabbit's relationship. The other day he was sitting in the kids' cardboard rocket ship petting a cat like an evil overlord. I... look, my life, y'all. What is it.
While work has been going quite well, I'm rather glad we have a three day weekend coming up. While pretty much completely over the Vague Plague of Christmas, I still have a lingering cough and just this low simmering malaise following me around that doesn't make me happy. An extra day to sleep and potter about and self-care would not go amiss. I'm quite sure the beef and Guinness stew I've got happily burbling away in the crockpot downstairs will also help with that, as I can just TELL I'm low in the protein and iron departments. The fact that my digestive system has been extra amounts of fuckyou lately I'm sure isn't helping. So yes, I rather welcome the extra day to deal and heal.
I started working on redesigning my personal site last night. I was gonna take the opportunity to install and learn Drupal, but I don't quite have the space available on my server to do so and it ain't worth upgrading for it at this point, so updating my mad webskillz will have to wait for a bit. meantime, back to my wheelhouse, which is pretty much "lets bash together some custom PHP widgets until they fart usable, clean code in protest." My approach to programming may be a wee bit unorthodox. News at 11.
Stalled out on writing. Mildly upset about this, but I have other irons in the fire and unless i want to cough up the money for Dragon Dictate, I can't write and bead at the same time. Someday when I have oodles of money I may do that though, because you know how I look like I'm talking to myself when I'm pretty sure no one's in earshot? I'm not; that's how I work out dialogue. It's all characters talking out loud, they just all happen to be using my mouth. Of course phrasing it that way does my outward projection of sanity no favors. Not that it wasn't a shaky projection at best.
sigh... yeah no. Pretty much no matter how I spin it, the next fortnight's going to be a rough one for me. My best hope for getting through it is lots of self-care, doing stuff that either makes me happy or distracts me thoroughly from the rabid brain-eating feelweasels. Worst comes to worst, my house will suddenly become sparklingly clean or I bead until all the bones and tendons in my hands turn to goo. Goooooooooo! Or something.
And now... scalding hot shower.
