all hail the ass-pull
Jan. 21st, 2019 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
isozymeboss says the writing of the draft is really good! so good, wow, the edits will be really easy! she honestly told me that she didn't think there was anything she could teach me about scientific writing and that she thought she could learn from me.
friends, i was deeply boggled but went with it. then after my meeting with her i was so relieved i thought i might cry! i kind of feel like i might cry again now, it's been really a hell of a week.
i feel a sort of bewildered gratitude that i can compensate for having a somewhat difficult set of brain health problems by being...very good at things. the d20 of the universe gave me a hell of a good toss on INT. i spend two months in paralyzed agony until a deadline crawls up my butt and threatens to turn me inside out, and then my last minute scramble produces something that is, apparently, impressive.
the lack of consequences does not motivate me to improve my procrastination habits! (i hear my therapist in my head telling me that maybe two months of paralyzed agony is a consequence, and maybe it would be nice to consider that as well as the end deliverable. to my therapist i say: fuck off, i'm going to the doctor to talk about adhd meds in two weeks)
the point of this post is: i worked hard and i am proud of myself for pulling my own ass out of the fire.
in other news: scab-cat's skin infection is getting worse again, despite the cone. he has a horrible flaky scab on his nose that is obviously itching at him, and his only desire it to scrape it off on the edge of my laptop. it's fucking cold out and i wish the shower in our apartment could get hot instead of struggling its way to warm over the course of the first ten minutes and then, inevitably, losing the battle and going tepid within ten more minutes. i wouldn't even care about the positively flaccid water pressure if it was at least steamy-toasty-hot. found my giant warm scarf though: that was good. made really excellent french toast using the homemade loaf of poppyseed challah that was going to go stale otherwise; i ended up with enough leftovers to probably make french toast casserole sometime this week.
i have more writing to do, obviously, and some figure-drafting, and i'm going to have a little time in between to write fic some more, (remix exchange fic is 5k and i am almost to a really really good part), but tonight i'm going to watch PUBG streams and go to bed early.
friends, i was deeply boggled but went with it. then after my meeting with her i was so relieved i thought i might cry! i kind of feel like i might cry again now, it's been really a hell of a week.
i feel a sort of bewildered gratitude that i can compensate for having a somewhat difficult set of brain health problems by being...very good at things. the d20 of the universe gave me a hell of a good toss on INT. i spend two months in paralyzed agony until a deadline crawls up my butt and threatens to turn me inside out, and then my last minute scramble produces something that is, apparently, impressive.
the lack of consequences does not motivate me to improve my procrastination habits! (i hear my therapist in my head telling me that maybe two months of paralyzed agony is a consequence, and maybe it would be nice to consider that as well as the end deliverable. to my therapist i say: fuck off, i'm going to the doctor to talk about adhd meds in two weeks)
the point of this post is: i worked hard and i am proud of myself for pulling my own ass out of the fire.
in other news: scab-cat's skin infection is getting worse again, despite the cone. he has a horrible flaky scab on his nose that is obviously itching at him, and his only desire it to scrape it off on the edge of my laptop. it's fucking cold out and i wish the shower in our apartment could get hot instead of struggling its way to warm over the course of the first ten minutes and then, inevitably, losing the battle and going tepid within ten more minutes. i wouldn't even care about the positively flaccid water pressure if it was at least steamy-toasty-hot. found my giant warm scarf though: that was good. made really excellent french toast using the homemade loaf of poppyseed challah that was going to go stale otherwise; i ended up with enough leftovers to probably make french toast casserole sometime this week.
i have more writing to do, obviously, and some figure-drafting, and i'm going to have a little time in between to write fic some more, (remix exchange fic is 5k and i am almost to a really really good part), but tonight i'm going to watch PUBG streams and go to bed early.
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Date: 2019-01-23 03:38 am (UTC)#where are that person's adhd meds #ala ''perhaps their daemon is just really small and in a pocket'' #surely this is why it is not visible
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Date: 2019-01-23 04:22 pm (UTC)too bad doctors get "i'm on my best socially acceptable and put-together behavior" me and not "fuck it it's my blog and i do what i want" me