Pay-the-Bills Wednesday and I have a lot on my plate here at the midpoint of the week. I didn’t sleep very deeply these last few nights and I’m not sure why that is–I keep waking up and taking a long time to fall back asleep and it’s never really a very deep one. I think I’ve been over-caffeinating myself in the mornings, too. For some reason I drank a shit ton of coffee these last few mornings–yesterday to the point where I was jittery and shaky and slightly overheated and nauseous…which obviously probably affected my sleep this week. So today I need to not drink that much coffee, clearly. My stomach hasn’t been an issue at all since my injection Monday morning, and I feel better than I did before then. That’s a plus, to be sure. The last two nights when I get home from the office and errands I am pretty wiped out, and then of course Sparky wants me in my chair so he can bond and nap, and after that happens I’m a goner. Paul got home later, and we watched another episode of The Traitors (we’re getting to the end of season 3) before going upstairs for the evening.
That off, icky feeling eventually abated after I ate lunch yesterday, so I was able to be productive in the afternoon around my clients, which was also very nice. I knew this adjustment week after all the time off, and really only having like one full work week this year, wasn’t going to be easy, but now I need to snap out of the lethargy or whatever has been going on with me this year and affix nose firmly to grindstone. I also decided yesterday to stay off social media as much as possible, and to resist the urge to look at it when I get bored or are waiting for something; it’s a bottomless tarpit of nastiness, bots, and trolls; even the Twitter replacements aren’t nearly as fun as they were back in the day. Was it ever fun, though? I remember being trolled by assholes when I first went onto Facebook (not by choice; my publisher recommended it for “marketing”, but I don’t think it was ever effective for that) and getting into arguments with people when I didn’t realize that there actually are miserable, sad people whose only joy in enraging other people on-line. I don’t see the pleasure in that myself; but I’ve also never understood people who are deliberately awful, mean and cruel, either. Generally, when I try to understand something, I usually will write about it and that helps me make sense of it–sorting my thoughts, which come and go at a very rapid pace, always works because the thoughts are no longer scattered and ricocheting around inside my skull with thousands of other thoughts. But I’ve never had any success with creating that person because that’s so outside my personal reality? (And yes, I can be rude to people on line, but only to “people” being sexist, fascist, racist or homophobic.)
Yet just typing that out? I just figured out how to do it. A classic trope in suspense/crime from the olden days was the poison pen letter; which, obviously, nobody does anymore and most people wouldn’t even know the term (same with prank phone calls)–but wouldn’t an online, anonymous troll be the same kind of person that would send poison pen letters back in the day? Just like that, I know how to write the story and how to do it and the voice and the tone and everything.
Which is why I always take notes to organize my thoughts; writing them out solves the problem usually.
I suspect I am again going to have a tired day, alas. My legs feel tired, my eyes feel like they’ve not had enough rest, and mentally I don’t want to do anything–but am going to have to force myself to get things done here and at the office. I wonder if I maybe mixed up my pills and am not taking the right one at night? It’s possible.
And on that cheery note, I am heading into the spice mines.
Queer and Loathing in America 