Snyder ,'Empty Places'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That's how SSRIs made me feel too. Actually, that's how I feel anyway; SSRIs serotonin me to the point I can't function.
Man, I've got another author who's livid with rage because we edited his precious paper to style. I do not want to deal with this crap.
You've got a great business opportunity, Zen, Special Snowflake Publishers.
Man, I've got another author who's livid with rage because we edited his precious paper to style. I do not want to deal with this crap.
I feel you. (Fortunately, my authors have been fine this week. Maybe a balance of special snowflake authors has to be maintained in the universe, and when I have none, you get them all?)
It's the weekend. And I have to work, as usual. Maybe someday I'll get caught up on work and have a weekend where I don't have to work.
I went through his paper line by line, thanks a lot that's what I needed to spend three hours on today, and there's nothing wrong with it, the editor followed the style rules, he just doesn't liiiiiiiike it. ffs
I have work to do this weekend, but I plan to stubbornly take the weekend for myself anyway.
There's construction all around me now. I can see more houses from my house. Two of my neighbors talked to me today. It's time to move.
It's time to move.
People are looking at me!!!!
People are looking at me!!!!
I can hear other people outside like, all the time now. Rationally, I know everything's okay, but my lizard brain that grew up at the end of a quarter-mile lane still freaks out and sends up Danger Intruder Alert signals constantly. It's worse than my cats. I swear, this is one reason I like having cats around: when there's actually a human in my yard, my cats let me know. If they're calm, the humans are not in our territory.
I decided not to drive myself crazy this weekend by bringing a stack of books that I won't get to read because the TV will be on too loud all weekend. So, instead I'm bringing a stack of food magazines which require much less of my concentration.
We made it to Mom's. I walked in to the smell of meatballs that my grandfather had just fried.
I somehow slept until 3 today. So, didn't get done nearly as much grading as I needed to. Tomorrow, going to campus to get work done. Maybe I'll say that I'll get brunch somewhere near campus, to make sure I'm actually awake, because I really have no room for not finishing stuff anymore.