Okay, Now It's Panic Time

As I stood in my workroom after finally finding my light purple thread, realizing the date, that horrific sense of dread and 'there is not enough time in the world' came crashing down on me. This is entirely a new thing, but these last two days I've actually been in a good mood. I've been motivated. I got out of the house. I could move and walk and get around without being in pain, and I hoped to hold onto this through my entire upswing.

But then I realized the date.

Fourteen days. I have fourteen days to finish everything. Fourteen days. Fourteen days where I have everything else RL has me doing, too. And this weekend is shot because we've got the whole family over. And I'm shaking and trembling and feel like I'm going to be sick. I don't even have all the materials I need to finish my project. (My own, the things I'm doing for other people are all set.)

I forsee a great many all nighters in my future.

At least shaking and nausea is a touch bit better than the complete wreck I've been recently?

I have to go make lunch for everyone now. Someone shoot me please?

Gottle of Geer, Gottle of Geer....

There's nothing quite like looking back over something you've just written and realizing it makes no sense at all. I may as well have been keyboard mashing or spouting off gibberish.

Vittles? Inwot? Yjickly?

It's time for Fey-Fey to make some coffee. At least I did all my RP responses before I lost the ability to form words?

Family time is over. Time to buckle down and Get Shit Done.