Another day in the life.
Feb. 17th, 2013 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
regndoftIt's nine o'clock in the evening and I'm... not sure where the day went? I've been starting things all day, opening files and books and notes and sketchpads without finishing anything, or even... doing anything other than skim or scribble.
Also spending... one hour in bed listening to an audio play after lunch, and another just lying there. Resting. Thinking.Waiting.
This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have an exam on wednesday. Which, luckily, I think I've got a pretty good grasp of (though I should really rehearse some things), so I'm not having any guilt building up.
I don't even feel particularly depressed, and far from exhausted; simply unable to concentrate on anything productive for more than ten minutes in a row.
*Shrug*
Our guinea pig died on Friday night, so sis was more withdrawn than usual. And with mum and dad away over the weekend it's been unusually quiet here. I had quite a lovely afternoon/evening despite that; ridiculously long meta discussions (there are def. high odds that there's a correlation between the amount of Prydonians who have become Presidents of Gallifrey and the amount of Prydonians who have flipped their lid) and sushi with a friend has that effect.
Also watched Image of the Fendahl and Ghost Light. The first with a good bit of chatting and laughing at unexpected satanic cults, the latter in quiet fascination (because while it's not as incomprehensible as fandom makes it out to be, you do have to keep track of everything that's going on).
Back to doing... something, I guess.
Also spending... one hour in bed listening to an audio play after lunch, and another just lying there. Resting. Thinking.
This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have an exam on wednesday. Which, luckily, I think I've got a pretty good grasp of (though I should really rehearse some things), so I'm not having any guilt building up.
I don't even feel particularly depressed, and far from exhausted; simply unable to concentrate on anything productive for more than ten minutes in a row.
*Shrug*
Our guinea pig died on Friday night, so sis was more withdrawn than usual. And with mum and dad away over the weekend it's been unusually quiet here. I had quite a lovely afternoon/evening despite that; ridiculously long meta discussions (there are def. high odds that there's a correlation between the amount of Prydonians who have become Presidents of Gallifrey and the amount of Prydonians who have flipped their lid) and sushi with a friend has that effect.
Also watched Image of the Fendahl and Ghost Light. The first with a good bit of chatting and laughing at unexpected satanic cults, the latter in quiet fascination (because while it's not as incomprehensible as fandom makes it out to be, you do have to keep track of everything that's going on).
Back to doing... something, I guess.
