I must be mad because this doesn’t feel sane. I’ve got a Tardis project going. Friends are suggesting I do some Daleks a scarf like garland and make it all ornaments for a Doctor Who themed Christmas tree.
I’m working on designing a wedding sampler for some friends who are getting married in December. I have to finish designing it and start working on it if I want it to get done in time. I’m starting to cut it too close. I’m starting to chang Keep It Simple Stoopid to myself. Sure, I’m aware of the misspelling there. I don’t think it good to call yourself ‘stupid’ so I’m splitting hairs and changing the spelling instead. That has to be another indicator of my insanity.
I have three sessions of dogstitting this month and I took a trip to see my grandmother. My cats are going bonkers and last night, the first night home after 4 nights away, one kept stomping me all – night – long…… I guess he needed to make sure I was really there. At one point I put him out of the room. I then kept dreaming people were repeating things to me over and over and over. I think it was because the cat sat outside my door and yowled, over and over and over, for nearly an hour. I let him back in. Then the whole trampling me thing resumed. I eventually got up and slept on the couch. He can’t trample me there. He goes back and forth walking across my head and neck. On a couch, there is no room. All the can do is lay on me. At least he then sits still and I can finally fall asleep. I have one more weekend gone. They are going to go nuts next weekend.
At least the dog sitting slows down then. But I am also trying to work in more time on writing. I kinda stopped for the most part last November when our office moved. It was something I did during the down time that used to crop up for short periods during the day. It was a way to keep busy and look like I was working. Now I’m taking some of the time from when I would normally be keeping up with the blogs I read. So I may get behind on some people because I’ve got a fairly large number of people I really love reading.
Not to mention that I REALLY have to find time to lose the weight I gained the last two years. I was put on a blood pressure medication that had a bad side effect. I developed an insanely violent cough and it took forever for them to figure out it was my blood pressure prescription. In that time, it got so bad that any effort, including the walk up to my apartment, triggered coughing fits. I had to stop working out at the fitness center because people gave me nasty looks for going to the gym with a nasty cough. Then I had to stop working out because I couldn’t do much before I started coughing myself sick. Literally. By the time they identified it, changed the scrip, and my system normalized again, I had gained 35 lbs, have foot and joint problems, and a 30 minute walk will nearly cripple me for the next three days. But I have to get started and do something because most of my problems will clear up if I lose the weight.
And I promised my roommate I would make my lasagna. But tonight is the only night this week where our schedules line up and I can make it. Only I’m ready to crash. I didn’t get anything done last night because dealing with server transfer issues took 3 hours last night on SWTOR and I had to deal w/ Blizzard as well because someone hacked my Battlenet account and changed my passwords. I’ve taken a break from WoW to play SWTOR but I still don’t want my ‘toons robbed while I’m away.
I have two gift scarves in progress, one blanket in progress, and I was going to make fancy smancy dishrags out of sock yarn for christmas presents.
My brain hurts and I have a mountain of clean laundry that needs to be sorted. My cats used it as a bed while I was dog sitting and some of it needs to be rewashed. I also have an end table of books still waiting to be read, a pile of borrowed movies to watch, a huge queue of Korean films on Netflix that I have not watched because I never sit down long enough to read a movie. I keep trying to multitask instead.
All of this excludes a project I was trying to work on for work. Maybe there is a reason I’m so tired all the time. There simply isn’t enough time in a week to work on stuff. So clearly I MUST be insane.