YOU TELL EM LUCAS.
Yeah, I don’t even know. In the minus column, I didn’t make my bed or tidy up much of anything (by which I mean anything at all) or fold any of the three baskets of laundry that need to be folded.
The plus column is complicated!
I could NOT get up this morning. Just flat exhausted, second day in a row.
On the bright side, I have a sweet outfit on today. Black skirt with green swirly stripe, green curvy top, long brass tassel necklace, toast-colored clog heels. Booya. Did my makeup and everything.
Beastly was super stressed about his deadlines and I’ve been super stressed about mine. I got us breakfast at the cafe and dinner ingredients so I wouldn’t have to bother with the whole WHAT SHOULD WE HAVE FOR DINNER Eternal Debate. (Saffron-Honey Carnitas with Cumin Guacamole. I have been told my carnitas are comfort food.)
I went to my office. I’ve had these poems due for several days and every damn line is like PULLING TEETH. GOD.
I’m days late starting on the novella and novel because of these poems, and I guess I’m sort of done with them mostly but I am DUBIOUS as to their quality and it was SO HARD. BARF. I’ve just dragged myself to the end of both of them and sort of hate myself and feel like I’m already behind on the major projects because of it.
Came home, practiced accordion, which I hadn’t done for two days, and my performance can be summed up as blerrrrrg.
We got an accountant like motherfucking grownups. Intake appointment tomorrow. I’m terrified.
I don’t know. Today sucked. Yesterday sucked. I did things, the plus column is bigger than the minus and I can’t say I failed at the day, but every one was SO HARD. SWAMP OF SADNESS HARD.
ARTAAAAX. YOU STUPID FUCKING HORSE. YOU HAVE TO CAAAAAAARE. Though technically speaking it’s not the Swamp of Not Giving a Shit. That place would probably be pretty chill.
I live in hope of a good mood landing on me tomorrow. OH WAIT ACCOUNTANT. UNLIKELY.
Food. Drag Race. Poem editing. Moose pajamas.