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i'm not a babygeek, i'm a dumbass
i am so frustrated right now.
*deep breath*
you know it's bad when you dream about website templates. you know it's bad when your eyes cross when reading the umpteenth posting in a forum at 2AM and everything looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics. you know it's bad when your first waking thought on a beautiful sunday morning is, "I HATE WORDPRESS AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A CGI-BIN FILE?"
i'm not a babygeek. i'm a monkey with a twig and a termite hill, and i'm not even good with the twig.
GAH.
****
yesterday was totally non-productive and i don't care.
****
work called and tomorrow i'm pulling the day shift. this should be very interesting and good for shits and giggles. i'm happy because i'll get to see Dancing With The Stars. heh.
****
of course, it throws scheduling off, and i still don't know when i'm supposed to eat or sleep. lost another four pounds.
****
today will be a productive day. i'm going to make lasagna alfredo and put away the laundry. i've got the research done on two articles, an idea for a third, and eight others to research, which i hope to have done by tuesday at the latest. then, i'll start writing and hopefully by this time next week i'll have my first packet of PRL's. if that's how it works. i'm still not sure, but it can't hurt to have something ready.
and, i have a Muffin letter to write.
****
so, those are my modest little goals, but you can only eat a mountain one bite at a time, right?
****
i'm just so pissed off right now i'm laughing at myself. i say to Myself, "Self? You are one righteously funny bitch, you know that?"
and Self says, "Fuck you very much. This is Serious Shit, sistah. We have *got* to learn this stuff."
and Myself says, "What for? We can always outsource what we don't know, what's the big deal?"
Self snorts and flops on the floor, cross-legged. "Are you kidding?" She ticks off the points one by one on her tiny fingers. "For one, we have no budget. Two, if we learn it, then we can do it the way WE want it. Three, you can't put all your eggs in one basket, and four -- and most important -- you're a control freak and so am I."
I shake my head. "Oh, no I'm not."
Self rolls her eyes and presents another finger, standing alone. I get the message and shut my mouth, because she looks mighty serious.
"Oh yes, you are. And another thing -- you can't stand not knowing something. Why do you think you were moaning about templates in your sleep last night?" Self sniggers.
"Okay, so that's true. Not like I can hide it from you, anyway. But gawd DANG. This shit is HARD."
Self nods. "Yeah, it is. But it'll all click at one point, you know it will. We'll just keep reading and filing it in the Basement, and let the underground chew on it awhile." Self wags her finger (the index one, this time) at me and says, "Just stop being so ansty and have faith. You know, Finding Abilities Instinctive To Healing. It'll happen."
****
okay, i feel better. a little. i'm going to cook and potsie.
see more crazy cat pics
and wen ah git biggah, it nawt good noos fur u.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
*deep breath*
you know it's bad when you dream about website templates. you know it's bad when your eyes cross when reading the umpteenth posting in a forum at 2AM and everything looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics. you know it's bad when your first waking thought on a beautiful sunday morning is, "I HATE WORDPRESS AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A CGI-BIN FILE?"
i'm not a babygeek. i'm a monkey with a twig and a termite hill, and i'm not even good with the twig.
GAH.
****
yesterday was totally non-productive and i don't care.
****
work called and tomorrow i'm pulling the day shift. this should be very interesting and good for shits and giggles. i'm happy because i'll get to see Dancing With The Stars. heh.
****
of course, it throws scheduling off, and i still don't know when i'm supposed to eat or sleep. lost another four pounds.
****
today will be a productive day. i'm going to make lasagna alfredo and put away the laundry. i've got the research done on two articles, an idea for a third, and eight others to research, which i hope to have done by tuesday at the latest. then, i'll start writing and hopefully by this time next week i'll have my first packet of PRL's. if that's how it works. i'm still not sure, but it can't hurt to have something ready.
and, i have a Muffin letter to write.
****
so, those are my modest little goals, but you can only eat a mountain one bite at a time, right?
****
i'm just so pissed off right now i'm laughing at myself. i say to Myself, "Self? You are one righteously funny bitch, you know that?"
and Self says, "Fuck you very much. This is Serious Shit, sistah. We have *got* to learn this stuff."
and Myself says, "What for? We can always outsource what we don't know, what's the big deal?"
Self snorts and flops on the floor, cross-legged. "Are you kidding?" She ticks off the points one by one on her tiny fingers. "For one, we have no budget. Two, if we learn it, then we can do it the way WE want it. Three, you can't put all your eggs in one basket, and four -- and most important -- you're a control freak and so am I."
I shake my head. "Oh, no I'm not."
Self rolls her eyes and presents another finger, standing alone. I get the message and shut my mouth, because she looks mighty serious.
"Oh yes, you are. And another thing -- you can't stand not knowing something. Why do you think you were moaning about templates in your sleep last night?" Self sniggers.
"Okay, so that's true. Not like I can hide it from you, anyway. But gawd DANG. This shit is HARD."
Self nods. "Yeah, it is. But it'll all click at one point, you know it will. We'll just keep reading and filing it in the Basement, and let the underground chew on it awhile." Self wags her finger (the index one, this time) at me and says, "Just stop being so ansty and have faith. You know, Finding Abilities Instinctive To Healing. It'll happen."
****
okay, i feel better. a little. i'm going to cook and potsie.
see more crazy cat pics
and wen ah git biggah, it nawt good noos fur u.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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