What a weird week it’s been.

I was laid off on the 15th (pay day, natch), and in the last seven days, things have just been off-kilter.

I’m sleeping like shit. Every night. I don’t remember what it feels like for my neck not to hurt, and I somehow always manage to throw my pillow off the bed during the night. I never do that.

Job aps. Trying to personalize each one and still crank out dozens. Mega-dozens. I work on that straight through from 8-9am to mid-afternoon. Mind numbing.

Personal projects. I’m only really working on one, and it’s not technically my project. ***Dave’s starting up a game soon and I’m helping with rules research. What about my other projects? I need to submit a draft of my book to people, I haven’t done crap with Swift since ACNW, Kolvircon suffered from thunderous lack of local interest, and I now have to curtail any of the stuff I was planning that entailed spending money.

So. Negative energy. I gots it. I have to wonder if now is the best or worst time to start writing again. On the one hand, it might let me vent some of the humours, on the other hand, my mind might be doing nothing but seeping poison right now, which would leak out over the computer screen.

Upside: my tremendous ennui has protected me from one commitment — an online game I play on offered me a job as a builder. I said thank you but no. Go me. I don’t have time for that kind of shit — it’s where I wasted the better part of my creative energy in the mid-nineties.

What a weird week it’s been. Justin goes back to school (finally) on Monday. Things might be better then. Locking a surly near-teen and job-hunter in the same house together for 12 hours a day: probably not the way to stay off the evening news. It snowed last night, so maybe we can build snowmen or something later.

And if one of them wiggles a little and makes moaning noises, and you don’t see the boy around, think nothing of it… it’s just the new “Time Out” method.