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Jun. 16th, 2008 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonimpYesterday was a fairly uneventful day. Work was busy for a Sunday, but nothing overwhelming. At times it was quite dead. But then I got home, and . . . felt like screaming. And I really have no idea why. I mean, I know what about, but I don't know why everything decided to gang up and pounce me right then after a fairly low-key day. (It's not PMS, I'm not due for another 4 weeks or so.)
Trying not to let myself get overwhelmed. I have an overabundance of personal commitments, I think. I'm trying to prioritize, but I'm not really good at that. If I'm doing one thing, even if it's something that I've deemed important, it means I'm not doing a half-dozen other things, and OMGtheyallhavetobedonenow.
But, I've finished the shorts I've been working on. The pattern just needs a few more adjustments, but then I'll finally have a patterns for pants that fit. Which are really, really needed, and I'm fed up with pants shopping. (Why did the fashion industry decide to ignore my body type? Pants used to fit me.) I've also set up the spare room so I can paint in there again. Of course, my paints are - *thinks* - under my bed, and my canvases are stuffed in a corner next to my computer, and my photographs are - *thinks again* - on another shelf under my bed. And I really should be writing. Or sewing. And the yard desperately needs weeding. And the porch is a mess. And the garage should be worked on. Oh yeah, and I need to call the dentist. . . .
Trying not to let myself get overwhelmed. I have an overabundance of personal commitments, I think. I'm trying to prioritize, but I'm not really good at that. If I'm doing one thing, even if it's something that I've deemed important, it means I'm not doing a half-dozen other things, and OMGtheyallhavetobedonenow.
But, I've finished the shorts I've been working on. The pattern just needs a few more adjustments, but then I'll finally have a patterns for pants that fit. Which are really, really needed, and I'm fed up with pants shopping. (Why did the fashion industry decide to ignore my body type? Pants used to fit me.) I've also set up the spare room so I can paint in there again. Of course, my paints are - *thinks* - under my bed, and my canvases are stuffed in a corner next to my computer, and my photographs are - *thinks again* - on another shelf under my bed. And I really should be writing. Or sewing. And the yard desperately needs weeding. And the porch is a mess. And the garage should be worked on. Oh yeah, and I need to call the dentist. . . .
