Good Data, Bad Saver of Data I've been working a lot lately. My sister called me while I was at work the other day, and she asked if I was hardly working or working hard, and I could truthfully say that I was working hard. But it sure does make me tired. Or maybe that is the lack of sleep due to staying up too late. I've just been really trying to get the house in order. Since I've been back from vacation, it has really hit me how much I have to do. This is my reality? And I just don't think there is anyone in my life who really understands (maybe dukkha-tanha), because I hear them talk about their one kid, or whatever, and I'm like, one kid? One kid is fucking easy as hell. Yes, I know, when I had one kid I was freaking out then as well, but now I've got three kids and a full time job, and it's just insane. My life is insane. There's not much use in talking about it, though, I suppose, because it is the way that it is, and I just try to get as much done as possible. I use my bus time to help, or I just sit and think, because I am all for the daydreaming. I have too much that I want to do! Way too much! And I'm not talking about things that I have to do, that I don't wanna, but must be done, I'm talking about stuff that I want to do, that would make me feel good if I did them. Prioritize? What the fuck is that? My most recent batch of films have some seriously fucking awesome low angle order, and the feeling is so good. It is tempered, however, by the knowledge that I didn't successfully save another crucial bit of data correctly (the disk was full and I didn't see an error message, probably ejected too soon), so I have to rerun an experiment. Frustrating. Mmmmmm ice cream. |