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Mar. 16th, 2008 08:34 am*rests head gently on desk*
Really, last night was like living in one of my own fanfics.
Yesterday I had a rather...scathing email from someone regarding my lack of HP updates, which really only voiced what I've been saying to myself for some time. But I wrote back and explained that I'd had a few extenuating emotional circumstances and my reasons for working on Torchwood were that, well, it's easy, and I need a bit of easy in my life right now. It got me to brooding a trifle on Bernard, never healthy but sometimes unavoidable, and I went to bed and promptly had nightmares a-go-go about the whole idiotic mess.
So what did I do?
I woke up at midnight, got up without thinking, and put on my splint. Then I crawled back into bed and slept perfectly well the rest of the night. The number of times I've panicked while wearing a cast to bed, and now my big security blanket is a strap-around splint that I'm not even supposed to be wearing anymore. I suppose it makes a metaphorical sort of sense, since it's secure but removable. Still, those are not the actions of a right-thinking person.
Well, who wants to be right-thinking anyway.
And there's no time to be moping about it; I have kebabs to make. :D
Really, last night was like living in one of my own fanfics.
Yesterday I had a rather...scathing email from someone regarding my lack of HP updates, which really only voiced what I've been saying to myself for some time. But I wrote back and explained that I'd had a few extenuating emotional circumstances and my reasons for working on Torchwood were that, well, it's easy, and I need a bit of easy in my life right now. It got me to brooding a trifle on Bernard, never healthy but sometimes unavoidable, and I went to bed and promptly had nightmares a-go-go about the whole idiotic mess.
So what did I do?
I woke up at midnight, got up without thinking, and put on my splint. Then I crawled back into bed and slept perfectly well the rest of the night. The number of times I've panicked while wearing a cast to bed, and now my big security blanket is a strap-around splint that I'm not even supposed to be wearing anymore. I suppose it makes a metaphorical sort of sense, since it's secure but removable. Still, those are not the actions of a right-thinking person.
Well, who wants to be right-thinking anyway.
And there's no time to be moping about it; I have kebabs to make. :D