August 11, 2000
Vague Rush of Air
I'm falling-over tired today. After last night's entry, I was up until 3:30 doing some work -- for work, even. Silly me was going to try and come in at seven to do some more work. I ended up making it in by nine. The evil awful project is done, forever! This made me happy.
Shelly wrote a much better synopsis of the concert last night than me. I was way too incoherent last night to really write, I think. And for the record, I walked out of that concert wanting to go 'Eeeee!' too. :-) I got to listen to my new CDs at work this morning while I was doing data entry, and this made me happy.
I hate this feeling. I feel pretty okay, until I try to sit and concentrate on something like, oh, writing a journal entry. Pah. It's almost like the difference between letting the air out of a balloon in a controlled stream and just cutting a gash in the side. I have energy, but I'm not able to focus it enough for it to be anything other than a diffuse, vague rush of air.
Which is about what this journal entry is amounting to. ;-)
My plan this weekend, as it has been every weekend, is to unpack the bedroom. I'm getting tired of climbing over boxes to go to bed. Also, I will pin myself down and do the editing on the manuscript so I can send it back in. And I'll watch movies. Right now, a quiet weekend with mostly just me sounds very good.
Posted by Lisa at August 11, 2000 05:21 PM
