It barely feels like a Tuesday
Dec. 8th, 2009 11:44 amThe husband returned home from Beijing last night, just before midnight. Brought back pieces of the Great Wall of China (the eroding bits). Also came bearing gifts from Beijing: Little trinkets, silly things, a wooden dragon and phoenix carving, a dragon-imprinted robe. Lovely, sweet stuff.
His job as on-site tech went very well, the computers were set up quickly and easily, the clients were pleased.
Our temporary roommates will be leaving soon, going back to Massachusetts. I have had a fantastic time seeing them, and have made a new female friend.
It is wonderfully sunny outside. Most of the snow is melting. This pleases me.
I am in agonizing pain; this is nothing new. Hips don't lie, etcetera. Sciatica, fibromyalgia, chondromalacia patella, hypertonia, arthralgia, tension headache, jaw pain. Also, lowered seizure threshold. Joy.
I will start ripping apart the next chapter in the book, even though I really ought to just continue writing the latest chapter and screw editing until the end of it all. It is extraordinary how intensely I can be personally affected by an argument in an online writing community between internet strangers, one of whom is pretentious and haughty enough to snap and snarl at anyone who has a differing opinion. Oh, neurosis, you amuse me.
Also, I need to keep this in mind: You Really Can't Please Everyone, And Someone Will Always Hate Your Work.
His job as on-site tech went very well, the computers were set up quickly and easily, the clients were pleased.
Our temporary roommates will be leaving soon, going back to Massachusetts. I have had a fantastic time seeing them, and have made a new female friend.
It is wonderfully sunny outside. Most of the snow is melting. This pleases me.
I am in agonizing pain; this is nothing new. Hips don't lie, etcetera. Sciatica, fibromyalgia, chondromalacia patella, hypertonia, arthralgia, tension headache, jaw pain. Also, lowered seizure threshold. Joy.
I will start ripping apart the next chapter in the book, even though I really ought to just continue writing the latest chapter and screw editing until the end of it all. It is extraordinary how intensely I can be personally affected by an argument in an online writing community between internet strangers, one of whom is pretentious and haughty enough to snap and snarl at anyone who has a differing opinion. Oh, neurosis, you amuse me.
Also, I need to keep this in mind: You Really Can't Please Everyone, And Someone Will Always Hate Your Work.