2 - Sitting in a different chair at work-type meeting

Yes, it's a weak new thing. Especially since I didn't actually speak to any of the new people on the new side of the room. But, it did give me a different perspective on the meeting, and its dynamics. For one thing, I had less stuff to look at while I daydreamed. For another, I got to see different looks on the new people's faces while they daydreamed. All in all, not a bad experience, but not a particularly special one, either.

Tomorrow, I plan to try something new at the gym. And if something else new comes up, I'm trying that, too.

under water?

well folks, between the rising waters of the fraser river and the final push to finish my reports for work, i'm looking around for an ark to either save me from sewage and bacteria infested flood waters or to take me the fuck away from it all.

some poor peeps in maple ridge have had to leave their homes, as well as peeps in other places in the fraser valley and the interior. as for chris and myself, we've purchased some bottled water, granola bars and dried fruit, just in case grocery trucks can't make it in. it might not get that extreme, but who knows? we'll eat the stuff, regardless of what happens.

as for work, well, this project is almost done. it's driving me whacky, though. i've been a very good girl and began writing my reports well ahead of the due date so that i could avoid my usual "i-regret-this-work-because-i-could-have-done-better-if-i'd-worked-harder" self-flagellation. the result? my reports are pretty dang good, but i miss my last minute adrenaline rush. i miss the clarity that comes with panic, the way my mind focuses completely on JUST GETTING IT DONE. i miss the kind of writing that i am capable of when all those stress hormones coalesce into some brilliant turns of phrase and sentence constructions because i am IN THE ZONE. so while my reports may contain better, more thorough research, they lack the tone that i am capable of producing only when freaked out and under the deadline gun. sniff. the grass is always greener on the other side, yes?

post-lite

can you blame me? i've got 60 pages of material due at work next week, and though i've got a lot done, i don't feel anywhere close to being done. i'm dying to work on the end of personal demons, and i just fucking found out that one my favorite authors in the genre that i write in is naming her next book PERSONAL DEMON, for god's sake. i'm also thinking a lot about the editing process, and where/how i'm going to tighten my writing and my story. i'm also thinking a lot about ghostkeeper, which will be my second books series. i'm also keeping up the exercise/eating right thing. i'm also managing to pay my bills on time, cook spectacular dinners, maintain my MSN-based chats, read two novels, hire a personal trainer, get the lenses in my glasses replaced, watch chris's team play softball, and sleep between 7-8 hours a night. poor chris is being ignored and deprived.

how in the hell did i get so busy? i don't like being busy. i am not a busy-type person. i am more a couch-potato type person who gets off on reading lots of books, preferably while watching TV and listening to music, yes, at the same time. i am one of those people who can literally sit in the same position without so much as a fidget for HOURS. so how did i get here, to this place where time to be a vegetable has been sucked up by the vacuum of work, social, and personal improvement projects? i am not this motivated! really, i'm not! maybe i've been possessed. yeah, that must be it...

sorry for the blog-lite post. it was a necessity, i'm afraid. i'll try for better next time, but the reality is that i prolly won't be able to do a thinky-thinky thing until after june 8. deadline, baby, yeah!