all tied up to the whipping tree
Saturday, 3 July 2010 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtOh, thank heavens, I seem to have kicked the pervasive air of "don't wanna!" which has characterised my doings of late and resulted in an entire week spent mostly frittering. I finally finished the wretched minutes yesterday (16 single-spaced pages, and the only ray of enjoyment the moment when I realised I was on page 7 of 9, oh god I am turning into a hopeless Star Trek geek). Today I finally finished annotating Chapter 2 of my poor long-suffering Masters student's thesis, which is a lovely piece of work and doesn't deserve to be left hanging for a month. With any luck this means I can also kick my current nightly habit of small-hours-of-the-morning wakeitude on account of oddly fevered dreams in which there are complex mechanisms behind my bedroom wall and I've neglected to do the basic first step of button-pushing or lever-pulling or aligning the little red lights, or whatever, weeks ago, and now it's too late and everything's screwed. I wake up in a cold sweat, out of my bed and clawing feebly for controls which aren't actually there. In extreme cases it's all so screwed that if I move a muscle I'll die, which I promptly do.
Possibly I should also get around to actually writing up this conference paper, it's been bubbling on my back-brain for quite long enough and is almost certainly contributing to all the subliminal angst.
It's not all bad, though: before the Doom-Mechanism dreams kicked in last night, I was having a lovely time exploring the endless wooden-floored rooms of the mansion home of my highly magical family, represented by multitudinous extremely bizarre and eccentric adult siblings, and which turned out to be occupying one sturdy branch on a perfectly enormous oak tree with limbs about a kilometre long. At some point I ended up taking an extremely long walk through the house and out onto the beautiful meadow on another branch, and looking back at my home branch and its rambling edifice with a sense of affectionate awe while winsome elves congratulated me.
The rest of the Justina Robson maddened elf-sex series arrived from Loot this morning, but they seem a mite redundant.
Possibly I should also get around to actually writing up this conference paper, it's been bubbling on my back-brain for quite long enough and is almost certainly contributing to all the subliminal angst.
It's not all bad, though: before the Doom-Mechanism dreams kicked in last night, I was having a lovely time exploring the endless wooden-floored rooms of the mansion home of my highly magical family, represented by multitudinous extremely bizarre and eccentric adult siblings, and which turned out to be occupying one sturdy branch on a perfectly enormous oak tree with limbs about a kilometre long. At some point I ended up taking an extremely long walk through the house and out onto the beautiful meadow on another branch, and looking back at my home branch and its rambling edifice with a sense of affectionate awe while winsome elves congratulated me.
The rest of the Justina Robson maddened elf-sex series arrived from Loot this morning, but they seem a mite redundant.
