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crawl toward the light . . .
Jun. 20th, 2004 07:30 pmSo, hey! I have survived the start-up of the new job! Which I was not at all sure I was going to!
I don't recall ever having been so completely, bone-crushingly, brain-jellifyingly exhausted as I have been the past two weeks. But my colleagues have been good-humored and helpful and patient with me; by Friday the crush of work began to slow down a bit; this weekend I've only spent an hour or two at the office; and I have gotten sort of, kind of, caught up on LJ (or some sectors thereof), and have gotten my house shovelled out a little bit, and am actually (nervously, hopefully) contemplating actually opening up the WIP at some point this summer and adding a sentence or two, to start tacking down all the scenes that are rushing through my brain in that half-dim state between sleep and waking.
This entry is a marker, a placeholder signalling the intent to actually say something interesting someday, eventually. Something *not* related to my job. Something having, perhaps, to do with the intoxicating fragrance of the linden trees in full bloom, or my brother's Fraser-as-Lancelot theory (he has been working his way through seasons 1 and 2), or the story of the very strange woman waiting for the corner cafe to open at 6:45 a.m. the other morning.
Something. At some point. For now, though, this is just to say that I'm still here, and I defiantly assert that what does not kill me (e.g., the job) will, by GOD, make me stronger. It damn well better.
I don't recall ever having been so completely, bone-crushingly, brain-jellifyingly exhausted as I have been the past two weeks. But my colleagues have been good-humored and helpful and patient with me; by Friday the crush of work began to slow down a bit; this weekend I've only spent an hour or two at the office; and I have gotten sort of, kind of, caught up on LJ (or some sectors thereof), and have gotten my house shovelled out a little bit, and am actually (nervously, hopefully) contemplating actually opening up the WIP at some point this summer and adding a sentence or two, to start tacking down all the scenes that are rushing through my brain in that half-dim state between sleep and waking.
This entry is a marker, a placeholder signalling the intent to actually say something interesting someday, eventually. Something *not* related to my job. Something having, perhaps, to do with the intoxicating fragrance of the linden trees in full bloom, or my brother's Fraser-as-Lancelot theory (he has been working his way through seasons 1 and 2), or the story of the very strange woman waiting for the corner cafe to open at 6:45 a.m. the other morning.
Something. At some point. For now, though, this is just to say that I'm still here, and I defiantly assert that what does not kill me (e.g., the job) will, by GOD, make me stronger. It damn well better.