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Good:
KIDDOS! Who are adorable in their new fuzzy Christmas pajamas. Well, really, they'd be adorable in miniature rain barrels, lets be frank here, but the PJs are pretty awesome. We showed up at Anna's to pick them up last night, and I swear, Kidzilla POUNCED me and went on a half an hour tear about dragons. O_o lol. I'm glad I've finally managed to isolate something she's obsessed with on the level that Lovebug is with Thomas but holy crap. I suppose it could be worse, it could be pink fluffy Barbie unicorns. I have to admit, after reading Rampant I've given unicorns some severe side-eye. Anyway a good chunk of this morning was spent organizing her scroll and helping her catch a few more. And being very amused about it.
I had planned to go in to the office yesterday, but didn't make it in. Aside from having a hectic and yet productive day I got pinged by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drklrd1922 and we went up to the Dove's Nest for breakfast. Here followed a chat about kids and mental illness that's got me thinking - I also have a number/recommendation for a psychiatrist close by when I'm ready for that.
Among other things that were done yesterday, I managed to stop by the Jones and return some stuff (I've been doing pretty well on keeping up with my overdue fines at least) and pick up other stuff. I've still got two doorstops to read, but I'm frankly ignoring them to read Sarah MacLean's latest. Can I just say it's still a profoundly weird experience reading books written by someone you know? Especially the dedications because you actually know to whom they are referring! It's cool, but weird, you never get that sense of the book author being some amazing omniscient voice far away somewhere.
Bad:
Stressed about money, per usual. Also sick in the intestinemeat + period = super anemic and not fun. Also kinda feeling eaten by my to-do lists again.
Ugly:
This has been the week of vivid, nasty nightmares, dredging up all kinds of fun stuff. Ex drama and mental health mostly but there have been some monsters up in there that I haven't seen in a while and having to contend with them after a few years was unsettling. And while I'd don't precisely remember last night's round of completely unrestful sleep, it must have been a doozy, because I woke up exhausted to the point of down a die for the day. Huzzah.
Oh well. Today's been decent thus far, and there's another trip to the library planned for later and the rest of today is shaping up reasonably quiet as well, so I'm not too worried about the tired.
KIDDOS! Who are adorable in their new fuzzy Christmas pajamas. Well, really, they'd be adorable in miniature rain barrels, lets be frank here, but the PJs are pretty awesome. We showed up at Anna's to pick them up last night, and I swear, Kidzilla POUNCED me and went on a half an hour tear about dragons. O_o lol. I'm glad I've finally managed to isolate something she's obsessed with on the level that Lovebug is with Thomas but holy crap. I suppose it could be worse, it could be pink fluffy Barbie unicorns. I have to admit, after reading Rampant I've given unicorns some severe side-eye. Anyway a good chunk of this morning was spent organizing her scroll and helping her catch a few more. And being very amused about it.
I had planned to go in to the office yesterday, but didn't make it in. Aside from having a hectic and yet productive day I got pinged by
drklrd1922 and we went up to the Dove's Nest for breakfast. Here followed a chat about kids and mental illness that's got me thinking - I also have a number/recommendation for a psychiatrist close by when I'm ready for that.Among other things that were done yesterday, I managed to stop by the Jones and return some stuff (I've been doing pretty well on keeping up with my overdue fines at least) and pick up other stuff. I've still got two doorstops to read, but I'm frankly ignoring them to read Sarah MacLean's latest. Can I just say it's still a profoundly weird experience reading books written by someone you know? Especially the dedications because you actually know to whom they are referring! It's cool, but weird, you never get that sense of the book author being some amazing omniscient voice far away somewhere.
Bad:
Stressed about money, per usual. Also sick in the intestinemeat + period = super anemic and not fun. Also kinda feeling eaten by my to-do lists again.
Ugly:
This has been the week of vivid, nasty nightmares, dredging up all kinds of fun stuff. Ex drama and mental health mostly but there have been some monsters up in there that I haven't seen in a while and having to contend with them after a few years was unsettling. And while I'd don't precisely remember last night's round of completely unrestful sleep, it must have been a doozy, because I woke up exhausted to the point of down a die for the day. Huzzah.
Oh well. Today's been decent thus far, and there's another trip to the library planned for later and the rest of today is shaping up reasonably quiet as well, so I'm not too worried about the tired.
