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Weird, I was just thinking about permissions. I let all you public weirdos see all the stuff that you probably don't care about because you probably don't care about it.
I don't think of myself as a public person, but I think of myself as an open person. Unless I have an active reason to believe that you don't want to know stuff, I don't hide much.
I'm sure that if I ever become a public person, I'll find out a lot of things about myself that I didn't want to be in my public image -- but it's too late now.
I did a lot of good work on my transcriptions yesterday, but I still am recovering -- 9 left in the second-to-last unit.
I've ended up semi-scheduling 3 things for Saturday/Sunday, so I'm trying to nail down the logistics for those, which have been fuzzy up until suddenly it wasn't the beginning of the week, but the end of the week. I hate Thursday for that.
And then there's the usual things that I do in spits and spats without ever really figuring out the way to make it incorporated and organic -- exercise, sewing, organizing. There are actual events coming up that I really need to make a new robe and a new dress for. I hope I can find a way to get them in before another crunch, because these days, crunch time does not mean "go into stress-overdrive and get it done in an all-nighter" but "cry 'eff it!' and let drop the juggled plates."
I don't think of myself as a public person, but I think of myself as an open person. Unless I have an active reason to believe that you don't want to know stuff, I don't hide much.
I'm sure that if I ever become a public person, I'll find out a lot of things about myself that I didn't want to be in my public image -- but it's too late now.
I did a lot of good work on my transcriptions yesterday, but I still am recovering -- 9 left in the second-to-last unit.
I've ended up semi-scheduling 3 things for Saturday/Sunday, so I'm trying to nail down the logistics for those, which have been fuzzy up until suddenly it wasn't the beginning of the week, but the end of the week. I hate Thursday for that.
And then there's the usual things that I do in spits and spats without ever really figuring out the way to make it incorporated and organic -- exercise, sewing, organizing. There are actual events coming up that I really need to make a new robe and a new dress for. I hope I can find a way to get them in before another crunch, because these days, crunch time does not mean "go into stress-overdrive and get it done in an all-nighter" but "cry 'eff it!' and let drop the juggled plates."
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