@tiarala

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(she/her) Antifascist snowflake. Unapologetic Pedant. Social Justice Spectre. True Princess of Alderaan. Rebel Scum. Probably procrastinating. Avatar by Pajamasquid/Brittany Hanks.
I just don’t understand how you can not care about politics right now. I get it, you’ve given up on good things happening politically but how can you just… ignore it? How does one become okay not paying attention? I mean PRIVILEGE but HOW?
If I can't make this deadline with a double-dose of adderall... I don't know what I'll do because because OMG am I behind.

Invoicing time breakdown:

Collecting hours and filling in invoices in Quickbooks: 30 minutes

Trying to convince myself not to remove hours because I can't possibly be worth this much: 2 hours, minimum

I get really, really excited about it but as soon as a sit down the brainweasels are like "remember how you suck?" And I know they're brainweasels and they lie but I cannot get to "what if I just did it anyway?"
I have a novel in my head that I want desperately to write but I can't get past thinking my ideas are stupid and my mythology is stupid even as I'm reading the most absurd urban fantasy.
My friend’s wife died this afternoon out of nowhere and I’m overthinking and kind of freaking out about it. Are we really at “dropping dead with no warning” age?
Dealing with tonight’s physical pain and mental burnout by laying in the hotel bad watching YouTube videos that keep making me cry, and crying. I just really need time off. Also I’m pretty sure i seriously injured my deltoid and I’m in so much pain. Good thing call time is 6am tomorrow so I have a good excuse to crash so early. I’m not okay.
I had very noble plans about writing tonight but instead my muscles already hurt from exercising too hard and I expect to feel like dying in the morning.
I spent too long working out in the hotel pool because I had it all to myself and I put my music on and everything but I seem to have forgotten that low/no-impact doesn’t mean you’re not exercising and now I’m made of jello that is in pain. Oops.
It started with a chat discussion of misheard lyrics and I’ve been listening to a playlist inspired by Eddie Money for an hour and loving it. I’m transported to the back of my parents’ car on road trips listening to the radio and I’m into it.