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How is it most of the way through June already?
School started and my fannish life stopped. I know summer classes are more intense because the summer session is shorter, but holy cats it wasn't this bad last year. One class is at the high end of normal, but the other is well over into "are you freaking kidding?!" territory and I have a week to come up with my final project proposal and record the demo. Jesus christ, I hate video presenting.
I started the QH28 file this week and it's 1027 words. I feel like that's more of an accomplishment than it should be. I haven't turned on the streaming services all month. I kind of want to do one of the writer memes but nobody ever asks me questions and all of the pre-populated questionnaires are geared toward non-gen writers.
It's been flirting with 90F all week and my love/hate relationship with my AC has been tested. I don't like having it on (I get cold even when it's set to 78), the cats don't like it being on because the windows are closed, but I also don't work very well when it's 84 in the apartment all day. So far this week it's been mostly off and my productivity has suffered, so I should just woman up and turn it on and ignore the sulking felines and get out some socks.
Was considering doing some clothes-closet organizing and putting away out-of-season stuff, but I honestly don't know what that would be right now. I have no idea when I will next need to wear anything in my closet, so I don't know which season to prioritize. I took the sweater dresses out a few months ago, but everything else is frozen in time in that jumbled NYC-in-March-has-six-seasons way. I have dresses I've never worn because they were purchased for spring/fall and I was sartorially absent. I did laundry this week and apart from sheets and towels it was workout gear, ratty tank tops and boxer shorts, and one of the 'decent enough for the grocery run' dresses I hang on a hook because they don't merit hangers. I know I have a lot of clothes, too many clothes, but it has never seemed as too much as it has right now.
There's going to be baseball on my birthday and I'm delighted by it even as I'm not sure I like the game that will be presented to me. Universal DH? Starting a man on second in extra innings? What are these things? There might also be hockey on my birthday, which will be freaking weird because it's at the start of August, but I did giggle a bit at this piece in The Athletic where the theories about how to make it safe and hub cities and training facilities and bubbles meet the reality that the NHL is currently primarily populated by 24-year-old boys who believe themselves invincible and can't be trusted to observe even the most basic precautions because most of them already have been ignoring them. This is going to end up with the teams being run like the Red Army hockey teams were during the Cold War: living in barracks, under constant supervision, zero contact with the outside world except for Sunday nights.
School started and my fannish life stopped. I know summer classes are more intense because the summer session is shorter, but holy cats it wasn't this bad last year. One class is at the high end of normal, but the other is well over into "are you freaking kidding?!" territory and I have a week to come up with my final project proposal and record the demo. Jesus christ, I hate video presenting.
I started the QH28 file this week and it's 1027 words. I feel like that's more of an accomplishment than it should be. I haven't turned on the streaming services all month. I kind of want to do one of the writer memes but nobody ever asks me questions and all of the pre-populated questionnaires are geared toward non-gen writers.
It's been flirting with 90F all week and my love/hate relationship with my AC has been tested. I don't like having it on (I get cold even when it's set to 78), the cats don't like it being on because the windows are closed, but I also don't work very well when it's 84 in the apartment all day. So far this week it's been mostly off and my productivity has suffered, so I should just woman up and turn it on and ignore the sulking felines and get out some socks.
Was considering doing some clothes-closet organizing and putting away out-of-season stuff, but I honestly don't know what that would be right now. I have no idea when I will next need to wear anything in my closet, so I don't know which season to prioritize. I took the sweater dresses out a few months ago, but everything else is frozen in time in that jumbled NYC-in-March-has-six-seasons way. I have dresses I've never worn because they were purchased for spring/fall and I was sartorially absent. I did laundry this week and apart from sheets and towels it was workout gear, ratty tank tops and boxer shorts, and one of the 'decent enough for the grocery run' dresses I hang on a hook because they don't merit hangers. I know I have a lot of clothes, too many clothes, but it has never seemed as too much as it has right now.
There's going to be baseball on my birthday and I'm delighted by it even as I'm not sure I like the game that will be presented to me. Universal DH? Starting a man on second in extra innings? What are these things? There might also be hockey on my birthday, which will be freaking weird because it's at the start of August, but I did giggle a bit at this piece in The Athletic where the theories about how to make it safe and hub cities and training facilities and bubbles meet the reality that the NHL is currently primarily populated by 24-year-old boys who believe themselves invincible and can't be trusted to observe even the most basic precautions because most of them already have been ignoring them. This is going to end up with the teams being run like the Red Army hockey teams were during the Cold War: living in barracks, under constant supervision, zero contact with the outside world except for Sunday nights.
