A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. -Oscar Wilde

Sunday, February 21, 2010

quick hitting (no bonuses)

-Generally hating life and everyone in it. Epic stress has that effect.

-I'm also wrestling with epic writer's block at the most inopportune of times. Really. Kind of makes me want to cry. I have information, I have an idea about how to organize it, I'm struggling to translate outline to text. With any kind of flow.

-Massive amounts of concern about the lack of communication with regard to any of my job applications lately.

-I'm tearing out my hair over issues that could have been brought to my attention and addressed, oh, TWO MONTHS AGO. But because I misread one thing this past week (I was in a hurry), I'm rather feeling like a slow child being rebuked instead of someone who has reviewed and compared 50 states' individual policies in about 30 different dimensions. That's 1500 numeric and non-numeric pieces of data that have been collected. I dread the coming week more than words can say.

So, if you don't hear from me for a while, it's because I'm drowning in work, curled up in a corner crying, stowed away on a freighter to Tahiti (where I'll learn how to farm pearls and raise orchids), stowed away on a freighter to northern France (where I'll learn to make cheese or Calvados), or just gone.


Jessica said...

How can I help?

MaryNeedsSleep said...

*Hugs* All the stress will pass... although Tahiti is probably lovely right now