rampant shonen ai in the dwarven community
Oct. 6th, 2003 01:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensSide note; it would be helpful if I could actually concentrate on what I need to write rather than what I would like to write. I wish I could convince my subconscious mind of this.
My parents head off at Ungodly Hour on Tuesday morning, so will probably be awake all tomorrow night. I sympathise, remembering all the times I've done it myself. (I weep with you, the Walrus said, I deeply sympathise.)
My mind is not sparking tonight. I hate it when that happens. I feel like an engine grinding over the same sand again and again and again, and getting it deep into the gears. Accidie strikes. Feh. My mood is not improved by the fact that we're in the middle of temperature change, and that at the moment I am generally either too hot or too cold.
Okay, let me be honest with myself. I am concerned about the number of things which uberboss was discussing as future tasks for me on Friday, which I will probably have to tackle (or at least discuss as subjects for tackling) on Monday. Which is tomorrow. That's probably what it all comes down to, at root. Nothing like general unformed well-founded anxiety to make one complain about little annoyances.
On the positive side, I have a major task to do, which I can point at and say that I need to complete before I tackle anything else. And a holiday, and a fortnight of not having to worry about cardiothoracic or emergency attendances.
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Kamika-Z [to archangel]: Meanwhiles, in my neck of reality, dwarven orientation conspiracy unearthed! Dwarven females really don't have beards; excuse being used to cover up rampant shonen-ai in the dwarven community.
My parents head off at Ungodly Hour on Tuesday morning, so will probably be awake all tomorrow night. I sympathise, remembering all the times I've done it myself. (I weep with you, the Walrus said, I deeply sympathise.)
My mind is not sparking tonight. I hate it when that happens. I feel like an engine grinding over the same sand again and again and again, and getting it deep into the gears. Accidie strikes. Feh. My mood is not improved by the fact that we're in the middle of temperature change, and that at the moment I am generally either too hot or too cold.
Okay, let me be honest with myself. I am concerned about the number of things which uberboss was discussing as future tasks for me on Friday, which I will probably have to tackle (or at least discuss as subjects for tackling) on Monday. Which is tomorrow. That's probably what it all comes down to, at root. Nothing like general unformed well-founded anxiety to make one complain about little annoyances.
On the positive side, I have a major task to do, which I can point at and say that I need to complete before I tackle anything else. And a holiday, and a fortnight of not having to worry about cardiothoracic or emergency attendances.
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Kamika-Z [to archangel]: Meanwhiles, in my neck of reality, dwarven orientation conspiracy unearthed! Dwarven females really don't have beards; excuse being used to cover up rampant shonen-ai in the dwarven community.
