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I'm awake, with coffee in hand, and in the process of downloading color reference files for the latest MM job from the client's FTP server. I've also made .psd files of all the line art that I have on the project. All in all, not a bad start to the day -- and much earlier than I usually get off the ground, too.
In spite of heavy "medication drag" yesterday I did manage to get quite a bit done. I paid some necessary bills, did some grocery shopping, saw my psych nurse, and bought a new pair of boots (regular price $160, on for $70). I also picked up a book of James Tiptree, Jr. short stories at the library, which I started to read last night. Wow, what a head trip! Especially when you consider that for most of "his" writing career everyone thought "he" was a guy, when in fact he was a woman named Alice Sheldon. The revelation of "his" identity provoked an earthquake in the SF community and shook up many people's assumptions about gender in the medium.
Today I have to go to the bank to open a new bank account and then courier a money order to the storage facility holding what's left of my mother's belongings. Somewhere in there I also hope to meet Terri for coffee.
At least the panic attack which laid me flat two days ago seems to be over and I'm "flying right" again. I still feel like I'm permeated with tiny emotional cracks, but not as if I'm going to break apart.
In spite of heavy "medication drag" yesterday I did manage to get quite a bit done. I paid some necessary bills, did some grocery shopping, saw my psych nurse, and bought a new pair of boots (regular price $160, on for $70). I also picked up a book of James Tiptree, Jr. short stories at the library, which I started to read last night. Wow, what a head trip! Especially when you consider that for most of "his" writing career everyone thought "he" was a guy, when in fact he was a woman named Alice Sheldon. The revelation of "his" identity provoked an earthquake in the SF community and shook up many people's assumptions about gender in the medium.
Today I have to go to the bank to open a new bank account and then courier a money order to the storage facility holding what's left of my mother's belongings. Somewhere in there I also hope to meet Terri for coffee.
At least the panic attack which laid me flat two days ago seems to be over and I'm "flying right" again. I still feel like I'm permeated with tiny emotional cracks, but not as if I'm going to break apart.
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