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mistressofmuses) wrote2022-06-30 09:56 pm
mistressofmuses) wrote2022-06-30 09:56 pm
Why time be like that
Definitely feeling frustrated by not seeming to have enough time to do the things I want to do. :/ I'm trying to figure out where the issue is - usually it's a time management issue, where I dick around more than I should on tumblr or something. That might be part of it - I do catch myself getting distracted on a social media scroll when I picked my phone up to check something else, but that doesn't seem like *all* of it.
But by the time we run an errand or two after work (not every day, but about half the time), we make and eat dinner, I run through my silly internet stuff, I answer comments here... it's invariably somehow 10:00 and I haven't even opened something to read or write on. (To say nothing of if there's like... household shit I have to do, or like... showering or something.)
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My terrible sunburn from cloudy Pride has started to peel. Aaaaaaaaaa
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One of the errands after work today was... my mom made homemade spaghetti sauce and wanted to give us some of it. Which fuck yeah, my mom's spaghetti sauce is the fucking best, so I am super excited, lol.
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Had a very long and very strange dream last night. Surprisingly mostly-coherent. Sometimes I was me, sometimes I was a character who was played by... Sam Neill? This may be the first dream I remember ever having where it had like... a *cast* of actual actors. It was action-thriller-y, in which I was protecting a woman and her kids. There was someone out to kill them, a sniper-style assassin (played by young, long-haired 80s Vincent D'Onofrio??) Pretty sure he'd been hired to kill them by a wealthy politician type, because she was his mistress/they were his illegitimate children.
There was some brief historical aside about the guy being a like, titan of local industry, and how important he was locally. Alex and I were for some reason just info-dumping that as a comically obvious exposition-laden conversation.
Then briefly I (as Sam Neill) was fighting assassin-Vincent D'Onofrio in a hotel.
Then back to the house, which was now haunted, and all the ghosts were helping to protect the woman and kids, and *probably* would have killed the assassin, except I woke up. Also the house was full of pride flags, and I remember thinking as an aside to myself how "damn, pretty sure everyone involved in this story is queer."
Delightful.
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I guess I need to get my butt in gear. I do need to shower, and also need to declare my Camp NaNo project! (And if possible, get at least a little headway on reading the thing I'm supposed to start rewriting.)
But by the time we run an errand or two after work (not every day, but about half the time), we make and eat dinner, I run through my silly internet stuff, I answer comments here... it's invariably somehow 10:00 and I haven't even opened something to read or write on. (To say nothing of if there's like... household shit I have to do, or like... showering or something.)
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My terrible sunburn from cloudy Pride has started to peel. Aaaaaaaaaa
-
One of the errands after work today was... my mom made homemade spaghetti sauce and wanted to give us some of it. Which fuck yeah, my mom's spaghetti sauce is the fucking best, so I am super excited, lol.
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Had a very long and very strange dream last night. Surprisingly mostly-coherent. Sometimes I was me, sometimes I was a character who was played by... Sam Neill? This may be the first dream I remember ever having where it had like... a *cast* of actual actors. It was action-thriller-y, in which I was protecting a woman and her kids. There was someone out to kill them, a sniper-style assassin (played by young, long-haired 80s Vincent D'Onofrio??) Pretty sure he'd been hired to kill them by a wealthy politician type, because she was his mistress/they were his illegitimate children.
There was some brief historical aside about the guy being a like, titan of local industry, and how important he was locally. Alex and I were for some reason just info-dumping that as a comically obvious exposition-laden conversation.
Then briefly I (as Sam Neill) was fighting assassin-Vincent D'Onofrio in a hotel.
Then back to the house, which was now haunted, and all the ghosts were helping to protect the woman and kids, and *probably* would have killed the assassin, except I woke up. Also the house was full of pride flags, and I remember thinking as an aside to myself how "damn, pretty sure everyone involved in this story is queer."
Delightful.
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I guess I need to get my butt in gear. I do need to shower, and also need to declare my Camp NaNo project! (And if possible, get at least a little headway on reading the thing I'm supposed to start rewriting.)
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Time is weird. Could be stress or fatigue or the fabric of space-time breaking down, but also having Site Blocking and not having certain apps on my phone saves my brain. Full social media detoxes when I run away from the internet for a while also help me, but I haven't had one since 2019 at this point.
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Time is bonkers. I did kind of stop to think about how stress and fatigue could be contributing. The whole... state of everything politically right now + the lingering fatigue from Covid could both be contributing.
I would probably benefit from at least a partial social media detox. It's hard for me to disconnect entirely, but that may be a sign of how much it might be needed! I think I am likely a lot more productive when I can forget about my phone existing for a while.
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And yeah, there is a lot going on. I hope you get to catch up on rest.
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I have an excruciating amount of sympathy on this front. :(
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