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September 13th, 2003
07:16 pm


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everything comes and goes, marked by lovers, and styles of clothes
Well, that would be the end of week three of the new job. I am tired. Four hours of sleep is emphatically not enough, especially not enough when repeated for several days in a row, and entirely inadequate for putting in a 14-hour day of which the first half was our own version of a Super Fling Boogie, and the second half was wrestling with hardware. (We threw away, easily, 1000 lbs of outdated manuals, software, hardware, and just plain trash. And I now know more about the scanning priority of the Alphaserver 4100 bus than is good for me.)

The first week or so I was extremely diligent about doing what I needed to do (mostly, completely ignore personal email and LJ) in order to get enough sleep and generally keep things together on yet another version of Ambar's Insane Schedule[tm]. The next couple of weeks, the balance started tipping in the other direction. But this is too far. Normally I would spend Saturday doing all the self-maintenance necessary, and then Sunday would be free for socializing. But I am so wiped out that all I've managed today are grocery acquisition (along with a vet appointment and getting rid of a few CDs), laundry, and a lot of napping. Not yet done (and necessary) are ironing, cat maintenance, weekly review, an hour of house-polishing, homework...

I have a feeling of hitting a wall somewhere, where trying to do everything (even with the best organizational systems I can give myself) will simply no longer work. Some things will have to be given up. There are people who want to see me. There are people I want to see. I just don't know how to fit everything in. And this isn't really about saying no to other people's demands; I want to see them too. Can't hold everything. Must choose.

That sounds thoroughly draggy, which about matches my level of physical energy. The good news? I've found someone to give Fanciers to. Can't wait for that old millstone to be gone and out of my life.

It will be better after I get 8-10 consecutive hours of sleep. Maybe tonight.

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: "Down To You", Joni Mitchell, Court And Spark

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Date:September 13th, 2003 11:01 pm (UTC)

All things in time...

I'm sure we'll cross paths eventually. I'm patient.
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Date:September 15th, 2003 09:17 am (UTC)

wow! you do flylady too?

how'd we end up being the same person when we haven't talked to each other in years?

I totally know what you mean about life being way too full right now.

Of course, what do I do now? Get into LiveJournal...

where I misread your posting as ironing the cats, and I'm thinking, you know, you could probably knock *that* out of your life... :-)
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Date:September 16th, 2003 07:26 am (UTC)

Re: wow! you do flylady too?

how'd we end up being the same person when we haven't talked to each other in years?

Obviously, we started out as the same person and then we did exactly the same people!

(glances in teamnoir's direction. Well, maybe not.)


P.S. Why iron cats when I have a perfectly good blow dryer?
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Date:September 16th, 2003 09:39 am (UTC)

I'm pretty sure we didn't do exactly the same people :-)

at least, not all of them -- though I'm surprised to think back and realize that I don't think we ever did the same people at the same time.

Remember the time we went hot tubbing with some of our friends and we went back to your house and were discussing their, um, attributes in fairly frank terms, and your 22-year-old housemate looked at us in shock and said, "I never knew women talked like that"?
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Date:September 15th, 2003 11:55 am (UTC)
I can totally empathize, both on the lack of
sleep problem and trying to juggle a lot of
things. I can remember while taking UC extension
classes and having a very stressful job (not AV),
having to put quite a bit of the rest of my life
on hold just to cope with those two things.
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