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anghrainethis is just general whining
- I feel kind of shitty about cancelling class today, since it's the last week and I was going to return papers etc etc, but I have a gross cold that I 1) don't want to share and 2) need to get over as soon as possible, and my classroom is so full of chalk dust that my asthma kicks up at the best of times. I don't think there's been a single lecture that I haven't hacked my way through. So, bit the bullet and cancelled, ugh.
- I also have a paper to write on Chaucer that is not... enthralling. And I like Chaucer, I'd probably be meh if it were on Austen. And there's another to make up from a nearly-expired extension blah blah whine whine whine.
- I am starting to feel more energetic and cheerful, which I would be happy about if I weren't also having trouble sleeping (I'm waking up every couple of hours with full doses of extra-strength Nyquil). As is, one of the fun parts of my life atm is regarding upswings in mood with deep suspicion -> outright dread. Hypomania is fun! For... about a week, before it becomes compulsive productivity, and then the horrible crash and, God, that is not how I want to spend Christmas, I already dealt with it twice this quarter.
- (I should probably ask my doctor about increasing my lamotrigine dose - she said I should if I started cycling again, but I never managed to work myself up to it and now the psychiatrist is leaving the university, so we all have to get services outside. UGH.)
- I console myself that at least I'm super grumpy, which may mean it's just general sickly nastiness. I've got a 'water beverage' that informs me it has NO CALORIES and my yogurt has NO ASPARTAME and the aforementioned MAXIMUM STRENGTH!!! Nyquil has NO GLUTEN. Uh, yeah, I was deeply concerned about all of those. *glowers at the universe*
- I also wrote a bunch of a fic chapter yesterday-- I'm finally on a fiction kick, but ... essay. Maybe I'll reward myself in phases. I'm sick, I deserve fic, right?
(Honestly, if I were treating myself with fic, it wouldn't be dutifully working on resolving a bloated B plot for the longfic that--against all expectation!--I've stuck to for a year and a half. It'd be my trashy California modern or the lady Faramir fic or something. /GRUMP)
- I feel kind of shitty about cancelling class today, since it's the last week and I was going to return papers etc etc, but I have a gross cold that I 1) don't want to share and 2) need to get over as soon as possible, and my classroom is so full of chalk dust that my asthma kicks up at the best of times. I don't think there's been a single lecture that I haven't hacked my way through. So, bit the bullet and cancelled, ugh.
- I also have a paper to write on Chaucer that is not... enthralling. And I like Chaucer, I'd probably be meh if it were on Austen. And there's another to make up from a nearly-expired extension blah blah whine whine whine.
- I am starting to feel more energetic and cheerful, which I would be happy about if I weren't also having trouble sleeping (I'm waking up every couple of hours with full doses of extra-strength Nyquil). As is, one of the fun parts of my life atm is regarding upswings in mood with deep suspicion -> outright dread. Hypomania is fun! For... about a week, before it becomes compulsive productivity, and then the horrible crash and, God, that is not how I want to spend Christmas, I already dealt with it twice this quarter.
- (I should probably ask my doctor about increasing my lamotrigine dose - she said I should if I started cycling again, but I never managed to work myself up to it and now the psychiatrist is leaving the university, so we all have to get services outside. UGH.)
- I console myself that at least I'm super grumpy, which may mean it's just general sickly nastiness. I've got a 'water beverage' that informs me it has NO CALORIES and my yogurt has NO ASPARTAME and the aforementioned MAXIMUM STRENGTH!!! Nyquil has NO GLUTEN. Uh, yeah, I was deeply concerned about all of those. *glowers at the universe*
- I also wrote a bunch of a fic chapter yesterday-- I'm finally on a fiction kick, but ... essay. Maybe I'll reward myself in phases. I'm sick, I deserve fic, right?
(Honestly, if I were treating myself with fic, it wouldn't be dutifully working on resolving a bloated B plot for the longfic that--against all expectation!--I've stuck to for a year and a half. It'd be my trashy California modern or the lady Faramir fic or something. /GRUMP)
