Ooh look! Shinies!

[thessalian]

Predominantly for weaselbitch: Jin Wicked has finally started selling her rattie hammocks. And she ships overseas.

I have copy typing for the first time in nearly a year. Wow. Not that it's a hard task or anything; it's just been so long...

I don't want to go home. Too much work waiting, plus tired, cranky dodgyhoodoo who I can't lavish with attention because I don't have the time. Which might almost be able to slide out of my head for awhile under the morass of "Too tired but must work" if it weren't for the NaNoWidow stuff. Don't believe he's still doing roast dinner thing when he's as tired and hacked off as I am.

NaNoWriMo is rapidly losing its charms. I don't want to feel bad about this. I don't want to feel perennially knackered, or pressured to let people read the bloody project when they're done, and I really don't want to ignore my boyfriend on and off for a month. Right now, all I really want to do is curl up under the desk and cry. But I suppose it's just fatigue; that tends to fuck with the emotional control.

But I'm not going to curl up under the desk and cry. Frankly, I don't have time. I am going to finish my copy typing, try to get some other work done while I'm here, nap on public transport on the way home to try to get something resembling a second wind, and then get back to work, breaking for dinner at some point. There's not a whole lot else I can do.

I'll be glad when this is over.