I gave in and had pop with lunch again today, and I feel like utter crap now. Seriously. Even though I only had about a half-cup. I'm slamming water trying to revive myself.
I'm starting to realize that I've signed up for too much stuff in the next 36 hours. I told aelora
I'd get an article to her today, except I wanted to add a couple more things and give it one final close readthrough but then didn't have time over lunch.
I had forgotten that tonight was euchre group until I got an email from Chris asking if I would mind coordinating since she can't be there due to family illness. I never mind doing that, but I was thinking I would spend tonight finishing writing a couple of things and then watching Painkiller Jane
, and now I'll be trying to make it to downtown St Paul in rush hour and playing cards till everyone else is ready to leave. (Oh, and I'll also get to cross a bridge with an even worse safety rating than the 35W bridge that collapsed...yay.)
And tomorrow is writing group, which I haven't been to in three weeks and really should go to because I've actually had people email and say they missed me. But that means nothing else gets done till probably noon.
And I should see if moodle wants to do something--she's fun to hang out with and asked if I'd like to go to the fair last night but I just didn't have the energy.
And ESP have been calling me on the spur of the moment to hang out on weekends lately, and seemed bummed that I was out of town last weekend, so I've been waiting to hear from them.
Sorry for the vague grumbling. I think what this is really about is that damned story I've been working on for over a month but cannot pull together. I've pretty much re-written it several times, and the last time through I just threw out about 2000 words which made it even more incomprehensible, and I have no idea what the problem is. Part of me regretted throwing them out, but now I think I need to just chuck it all and start fresh anyway. It's not writer's block--I've done several other things since then that I've been happy with. But for some reason this is just...not coming. I just feel like it's a failure hanging over my head, and instead of working on it, I'm going to be gallivanting around, doing everything BUT working on it.