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Jul. 2nd, 2018 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy June word count was near 33K words. That puts my year to date fiction word count over 200K. That's more than I wrote last year, all year.
I have a few things that I've started and still want to finish. Some of them have deadlines, and others don't. I have a pinch hit to complete today or tomorrow. My preference is for doing it today, but I just picked it up yesterday so it's kind of blobby in my head.
Also, I'm kind of exhausted. I didn't sleep well last night. I've cut back my Halcion dosage in an effort to get off of it, at least for the summer. Last night, I felt like I was awake all night and in that unpleasant space where the sheet over me was too warm, even with the fan, and being uncovered under the fan was too chilly.
I'd still be asleep, but Cordelia was scheduled to drive at 7 a.m. today, so we all got up at 5:30. At 5:40, after I'd had my meds (which require food a certain interval after), Cordelia told me that she'd gotten a cancellation text because the car wasn't available. We don't know yet when she'll have to do this bit of drive time. Likely, it will be something even less convenient.
We need to be up for a 7 a.m. drive time again tomorrow, and I have PT later that morning. I'm looking forward to Wednesday when I can sleep.
I'm hoping that I can nap later, but my IBS is acting up, so I haven't even tried going back to bed yet. Soon, I hope. I had vivid anxiety dreams between 4:45 a.m. (when I looked at the clock) and when Cordelia came in to see why we weren't already up at 5:30 (Scott's alarm went off five seconds after. She's just used to us being up fifteen minutes before she is).
A bunch of holds I had on graphic novels came into the library all at once. Scott said he needed a forklift to get the books home yesterday. It's not quite that bad, but I have eight graphic novels to read in the next four weeks.
I have a few things that I've started and still want to finish. Some of them have deadlines, and others don't. I have a pinch hit to complete today or tomorrow. My preference is for doing it today, but I just picked it up yesterday so it's kind of blobby in my head.
Also, I'm kind of exhausted. I didn't sleep well last night. I've cut back my Halcion dosage in an effort to get off of it, at least for the summer. Last night, I felt like I was awake all night and in that unpleasant space where the sheet over me was too warm, even with the fan, and being uncovered under the fan was too chilly.
I'd still be asleep, but Cordelia was scheduled to drive at 7 a.m. today, so we all got up at 5:30. At 5:40, after I'd had my meds (which require food a certain interval after), Cordelia told me that she'd gotten a cancellation text because the car wasn't available. We don't know yet when she'll have to do this bit of drive time. Likely, it will be something even less convenient.
We need to be up for a 7 a.m. drive time again tomorrow, and I have PT later that morning. I'm looking forward to Wednesday when I can sleep.
I'm hoping that I can nap later, but my IBS is acting up, so I haven't even tried going back to bed yet. Soon, I hope. I had vivid anxiety dreams between 4:45 a.m. (when I looked at the clock) and when Cordelia came in to see why we weren't already up at 5:30 (Scott's alarm went off five seconds after. She's just used to us being up fifteen minutes before she is).
A bunch of holds I had on graphic novels came into the library all at once. Scott said he needed a forklift to get the books home yesterday. It's not quite that bad, but I have eight graphic novels to read in the next four weeks.
