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Today was fun.. J came over for a nice day of crafting. I don't think our hearts were in it, though, and we barely got anything done except for the gossiping, which is always nice anyway. I pulled my baby quilt out of the closet in the hopes of eventually finishing it, and I at least got it going in the right direction again. I think all my projects, most of them in various stages of (in)completion, are causing me a lot of stress, so I'm trying to wrap up all those things I have floating around and clear off my to-do list. It's the number of little things that tend to overwhelm me.
Speaking of which, I think I've decided, unless I change my mind again, that I'm not going to do Nanowrimo this year. I've been doing some plotting lately in preparation, but I realized yesterday that it's probably not a good idea. I want to, but I just don't need anything to add to my extracurricular stress levels right now. It's actually somewhat painful to say that because it was an excellent experience last year, but I feel like I'm being rather responsible by not committing myself to writing those 1,667 words every day. I'll thank myself later, I'm sure. And I can still work on the book idea at a more normal pace.. ideally.
M just gave me the power of elimination of one song from his next mp3 cd. This was not the empowering moment it could have been, for it consisted of him playing snippets of all of my least favorite songs from his collection, and I have powerful hate for many of them. We're talking Galenskaparna & Aftershave: Bara Sport, The Grid: Swamp Thing (banjo techno, of all the most absurd things I've ever encountered, and let's not even talk about the experimental mandolin songs..) and Best of Scottish Pipes and Drums (TWO of these!) I finally ended up killing Ebba Grön: 800 Grader, but Quiet Riot: Come On Feel The Noise was a close, close second. There are just so many songs on this CD that I hate. Apologies to the non-Swedes since you won't know a couple of those, but believe me, it's a blessing. Swedish music just wasn't kind in the eighties. Of course, as they say, all's fair in love and war--I can still have him at my immediate mercy if I play Faded by Soul Decision, though.
Speaking of which, I think I've decided, unless I change my mind again, that I'm not going to do Nanowrimo this year. I've been doing some plotting lately in preparation, but I realized yesterday that it's probably not a good idea. I want to, but I just don't need anything to add to my extracurricular stress levels right now. It's actually somewhat painful to say that because it was an excellent experience last year, but I feel like I'm being rather responsible by not committing myself to writing those 1,667 words every day. I'll thank myself later, I'm sure. And I can still work on the book idea at a more normal pace.. ideally.
M just gave me the power of elimination of one song from his next mp3 cd. This was not the empowering moment it could have been, for it consisted of him playing snippets of all of my least favorite songs from his collection, and I have powerful hate for many of them. We're talking Galenskaparna & Aftershave: Bara Sport, The Grid: Swamp Thing (banjo techno, of all the most absurd things I've ever encountered, and let's not even talk about the experimental mandolin songs..) and Best of Scottish Pipes and Drums (TWO of these!) I finally ended up killing Ebba Grön: 800 Grader, but Quiet Riot: Come On Feel The Noise was a close, close second. There are just so many songs on this CD that I hate. Apologies to the non-Swedes since you won't know a couple of those, but believe me, it's a blessing. Swedish music just wasn't kind in the eighties. Of course, as they say, all's fair in love and war--I can still have him at my immediate mercy if I play Faded by Soul Decision, though.
