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(originally posted to Dairyland.com, 2003-11-27 - 9:30 p.m.)
The hormonal swing begins again. I feel exhausted, like someone has been grating my internal organs with a meat tenderizer; the smallest tasks require herculean effort.
Had an AI RP Main Game chat last night, which went well in spite of various players having difficulty staying connected via AIM -- we got a LOT done, and I got to see Twinkle, a delightful RP member who what with university and all is hardly ever around anymore. A chat after the Main Game had ended produced some surprising revelations in what MR has decided to call the "Rowan at Rennes" storyline, into which I plan to throw some monkey wrenches of my own if/when we play it again.
Going back to work at Ipsos-Reid tomorrow night, and stressing in a major way over that -- not for any particular real-life reason, just general self-esteem and anxiety problems. I just have to keep reminding myself that it is NOT that difficult at job, and that my employer has faith in me. With any luck, I won't start hacking my lungs up halfway through the shift.
Maybe when I've finished laying a couple of flats for painted pages, I'll jump on Yahoo and AIM chat and see if I can scare up an interesting conversation somewhere. Thank God for the internet! No other source of distraction can rival it.
The hormonal swing begins again. I feel exhausted, like someone has been grating my internal organs with a meat tenderizer; the smallest tasks require herculean effort.
Had an AI RP Main Game chat last night, which went well in spite of various players having difficulty staying connected via AIM -- we got a LOT done, and I got to see Twinkle, a delightful RP member who what with university and all is hardly ever around anymore. A chat after the Main Game had ended produced some surprising revelations in what MR has decided to call the "Rowan at Rennes" storyline, into which I plan to throw some monkey wrenches of my own if/when we play it again.
Going back to work at Ipsos-Reid tomorrow night, and stressing in a major way over that -- not for any particular real-life reason, just general self-esteem and anxiety problems. I just have to keep reminding myself that it is NOT that difficult at job, and that my employer has faith in me. With any luck, I won't start hacking my lungs up halfway through the shift.
Maybe when I've finished laying a couple of flats for painted pages, I'll jump on Yahoo and AIM chat and see if I can scare up an interesting conversation somewhere. Thank God for the internet! No other source of distraction can rival it.
