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Getting this show on the road
Apr. 6th, 2012 03:26 pmWow. I haven't updated in a week and it's actually been a very busy week.
I had this whole post written in my head about what I've been doing, where I've been going and why, but I'm just... out of spoons. I feel like I'm constantly out of spoons.
I doesn't help that my mother calls me a "pillar of strength" but ignores the fact that I'd really, really not go to the fucking Pesach seder tonight.
It's Passover eve tonight and everyone is going to a Seder. So obviously, I MUST go as well. It doesn't help that she's been zinging me about it, mentioning who will be there (people I don't give a fuck about), that it's traditional (pull the other one, mom) and that if I don't go she won't go (thank you, mommy dearest, for really making me feel good this holiday season).
So I'm going. I'll be damned if I'm going to be fucking happy about it.
Reading through the tags, I've been very quiet this time around, when usually I have lots to say.
I'm not really speechless so much as bone tired.
I'm usually much more verbose in general, but the words aren't coming out.
Stuff is happening in my life that I'd rather not talk about because they're in flux and really the only thing keeping me afloat is my involvement in fandom.
If it sounds like I'm bitter, it's because I am. Seriously, you could eat me instead of the maror tonight. Cannibalism though, is frowned upon in these parts, I hear.
I had this whole post written in my head about what I've been doing, where I've been going and why, but I'm just... out of spoons. I feel like I'm constantly out of spoons.
I doesn't help that my mother calls me a "pillar of strength" but ignores the fact that I'd really, really not go to the fucking Pesach seder tonight.
It's Passover eve tonight and everyone is going to a Seder. So obviously, I MUST go as well. It doesn't help that she's been zinging me about it, mentioning who will be there (people I don't give a fuck about), that it's traditional (pull the other one, mom) and that if I don't go she won't go (thank you, mommy dearest, for really making me feel good this holiday season).
So I'm going. I'll be damned if I'm going to be fucking happy about it.
Reading through the tags, I've been very quiet this time around, when usually I have lots to say.
I'm not really speechless so much as bone tired.
I'm usually much more verbose in general, but the words aren't coming out.
Stuff is happening in my life that I'd rather not talk about because they're in flux and really the only thing keeping me afloat is my involvement in fandom.
If it sounds like I'm bitter, it's because I am. Seriously, you could eat me instead of the maror tonight. Cannibalism though, is frowned upon in these parts, I hear.
