Tag: my life

philosopherking1887:

Sorry I’ve been sort of absent from the fandom recently. I’ve had a lot of shit going on, and even though I finished the main thing that was weighing me down (the journal paper), I’ve sort of gotten out of the habit of being active on Tumblr and I’ve been feeling kind of alienated from the fandom (Loki and Thorki) for what I should think are obvious reasons. I haven’t even bothered to watch videos of Tom’s interviews at Ace Comic Con because I’m thinking it’s not worth it to be emotionally invested in Loki or his fate.

I don’t want to abandon the fics I’m writing. I do want to get back into writing them. Or maybe that’s a second-order desire: I want to want to get back to writing. I’m feeling less depressed and anxious than I had been, probably because I finished the paper and because I’ve been settling into the new place and new job. Maybe my motivation and excitement will return. I’ll try keeping the documents open on my computer so at least I’ll be thinking about it.

…or maybe not. Because I have so many job applications due Oct 30 – Nov 2 that I’ll have to be working on them pretty much nonstop from now until then to get them all in. Why must Catholic and UK universities make their applications such an almighty pain in the ass?

Plus my students have a writing assignment due this coming Wednesday, October 24. I have 36 students and no TA/grader. FML.

Depression Palate™ means most things don’t taste good unless they’re heavily spiced, but Anxiety Stomach™ produces too much acid and gives me indigestion when I eat spicy and/or acidic things.

At least cookie dough ice cream still tastes good.

I was just out running errands for a couple hours and I don’t know whether it’s the heat and humidity, or the fact that I didn’t sleep very well last night (stupid cat), or that I haven’t been eating enough, or that I haven’t had much in the way of human interaction in the past week, but I am completely exhausted. I spent way longer in the drugstore than was probably necessary because I couldn’t remember what I needed or, like, read signs.

I switched from being a two-spacer to a one-spacer sometime in the past two years (can’t remember exactly when), but that means I started writing “Abyss” with 2 spaces between sentences, so I have to remember to keep doing that now that I’m starting to work on it again. But since I’m kind of going back and forth between working on that and the stupid %$#@ing book review, that means I keep putting 2 spaces between sentences in the review when I don’t actually want to.

I have weird problems because my mom who used to be a copy-editor in the 70s and 80s taught me how to type.

My depressing to-do list

Life-related:

  • Get my books out of boxes and onto shelves
  • Go to pharmacy
  • Get something to eat for dinner tonight
  • Buy bottle of wine for nice doorman who helped look for cat (who was actually just hiding in cabinet)

Job-related:

  • Finish writing a review of a mediocre book about Nietzsche
  • Construct a syllabus for my fall semester class
  • Send an abstract of the talk I’m giving in September
  • Write the paper corresponding to said talk

Fandom-related:

  • Do the various memes I’ve been tagged in
  • Write comments on the fics I’ve been reading
  • Reply to comments on my fics (and why do I suddenly have anxiety about *that*?)
  • Write giveaway fic that was promised back in May
  • Write next chapters of WIPs that I haven’t updated since February of this year and/or July of last year

philosopherking1887:

I’m sorry I’m so behind on doing memes that people have tagged me in and reading stuff posted on AO3… I’ve been in the middle of moving to a new country and getting a lot of logistical and administrative shit taken care of. Plus my mother is here helping me move, and now my sister and her (unbelievably annoying) husband are visiting to do touristy stuff, so it’s hard to find enough time to myself to do online things that none of them consider worthwhile enough to warrant time away from “being social.”

Ugh, still behind on everything. Even when I have a free moment I’m too tired to think. Moving and social obligations are the worst.

philosopherking1887:

Sad kitty in a box in my car surrounded by miscellaneous household crap

Kitty and I have now arrived at our new apartment. She peed in her carrier at some point during the car ride yesterday… I had to throw out the towel, but she seemed reasonably clean. Last night she was finding really creative places to hide – such as behind the stove – but then came out and started exploring. Today she’s been burrowed under the covers on my bed.