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Jan. 24th, 2012 10:13 pmI am having one of my hilarious antsy periods that generally characterize mild depression. Not sleeping. Can't sit still, can't concentrate. Work was a total wash. Which is a shame, as I have a rather large federal grant application to finish writing by the first.
And to add to it all, Lord Phaedrus has decided to chew on my big toe. Cats. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
It may be a mix of depression (it was just the holidays, my birthday, very tangibly down a sister) plus anxiety (holy hell,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
djkc and I are seriously house hunting. HOUSE. I fixate on numbers and money and the fact I will have to talk with people like bank and real estate folks). My brain is a sloshy soup of inappropriate chemicals, and inappropriate levels of appropriate chemicals.
Part of my agreement with myself was to take note when I notice when I am feeling 'off'. And to share. So you all get to join in the strange adventures that take place inside my brain.
I think I will take a bath. Vati took me to the Lush store when I was in Rochester (oh, heavenly bath bombs...) and then try some sleep. Tomorrow my room needs a clean (Ferdinand has been merrily tossing his food about and the cats made a mess with one of their scratchers) and write. One excellent thing that comes from a mental morass like this is all I really want to do is write.
Lord Phaedrus has stopped trying to ingest my toe and has somehow managed to condense himself down to a size small enough to fit into the top from a case of paper.
And to add to it all, Lord Phaedrus has decided to chew on my big toe. Cats. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
It may be a mix of depression (it was just the holidays, my birthday, very tangibly down a sister) plus anxiety (holy hell,
djkc and I are seriously house hunting. HOUSE. I fixate on numbers and money and the fact I will have to talk with people like bank and real estate folks). My brain is a sloshy soup of inappropriate chemicals, and inappropriate levels of appropriate chemicals. Part of my agreement with myself was to take note when I notice when I am feeling 'off'. And to share. So you all get to join in the strange adventures that take place inside my brain.
I think I will take a bath. Vati took me to the Lush store when I was in Rochester (oh, heavenly bath bombs...) and then try some sleep. Tomorrow my room needs a clean (Ferdinand has been merrily tossing his food about and the cats made a mess with one of their scratchers) and write. One excellent thing that comes from a mental morass like this is all I really want to do is write.
Lord Phaedrus has stopped trying to ingest my toe and has somehow managed to condense himself down to a size small enough to fit into the top from a case of paper.
