More whining
Dec. 2nd, 2005 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI don't think I'll be driving to the NaNo kickoff party tonight. The migraine is happily into its seventh day, although massive amounts of painkiller are keeping it in the background. Still. Migraine + massive amounts of painkiller = bad combination for safe driving, especially at night. I've had one car accident this week already, minor as it was. I don't plan on having two, thankyouverymuch.
Honestly, if it wasn't the NaNoWriMo wrap party, I probably wouldn't be going. However, NaNo is important enough to me that I'm going to make an effort and attend anyway. I'm going to see if I can load my novel here at work and pick out an excerpt to read tonight. Otherwise, well, I'll just go without one.
I'm feeling pretty useless these days. So many of my friends are having a crappy time, and all I can do is sit by and watch. I barely have the energy and willpower to help myself, let alone anyone else, but I still feel guilty about it. Once upon a time, I was the one people turned to with their problems. I was the solid friend, the one people could safely ignore until they needed a cup of tea and someone to talk to. Now I can't do that anymore. Or at least not as easily as I used to. So basically I serve no useful purpose for my friends, and I hate it.
...
I was about to launch into an analysis of that, but that's a whole other post, and not a topic I can discuss rationally anyway. *grabs ten foot pole and steps away*
Back to work, I guess.
Honestly, if it wasn't the NaNoWriMo wrap party, I probably wouldn't be going. However, NaNo is important enough to me that I'm going to make an effort and attend anyway. I'm going to see if I can load my novel here at work and pick out an excerpt to read tonight. Otherwise, well, I'll just go without one.
I'm feeling pretty useless these days. So many of my friends are having a crappy time, and all I can do is sit by and watch. I barely have the energy and willpower to help myself, let alone anyone else, but I still feel guilty about it. Once upon a time, I was the one people turned to with their problems. I was the solid friend, the one people could safely ignore until they needed a cup of tea and someone to talk to. Now I can't do that anymore. Or at least not as easily as I used to. So basically I serve no useful purpose for my friends, and I hate it.
...
I was about to launch into an analysis of that, but that's a whole other post, and not a topic I can discuss rationally anyway. *grabs ten foot pole and steps away*
Back to work, I guess.
