You know how life tends to happen all at once? This week is that.
I started out last week as my normal sort of miserable but functioning self, and then I started to relax a bit because I started getting to know someone cool (a friend started calling him my Knight in Pinstripes), Xena, FATE and I were looking for a place to live, school was going well enough and I even had some commissions to do.
We found a place and the move in date is RIGHT NOW. I'll do a post all about our cute Russian landlord and the area itself... For now, I have no time.
I'm not even sure if I'm breathing.
Moving in is not the problem. We have the place, so I'm putting off packing and doing anything concerning that for at least a week.
No no. The problem is the everything else on top of the moving.
These are mostly good things.
Like, I now have a bazillion commissions to do. ...And requests. This is awesome except that time is a thing. Time is a thing that I don't have.
Also, Genericon is this weekend. The fact that I'm entirely unprepared is my own fault.
I have a table in Artist's Alley.
I HAVE TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT NOW
and that is not something I can put off.
Genericon and talking to men actually sport the same problem for me these days.
I want physical contact,
but I instantly talk myself out of it.
...And then I get upset with myself because just shutting off and changing my mind is a difficult thing to do.
Sometimes, I force myself to accept things, and I'm really happy for a moment.
Like, super happy.
And then the allergy weirdness and paranoia sinks in.
And I over think and can't seem to shut it off.
I wind up feeling like I'm being hugged by cashews.
So, given all that, my interactions at this three day convention might be... interesting.
Still, I expect to have a small army of companions who already consistently put up with my shit by my side.
How does someone so reclusive, twitchy, and anti-social have so many friends? Whatever. I'm not gonna knock it.
Oh, and I have a midterm today.
...and one on Thursday.
Genericon is Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
...Wednesday is game. Game is fine. Game is good. ...I may bring things to sew at game.
EDIT: Genericon went really well, despite my poor assistant having a fever. (Z, I love you)
I have almost a desk in the apartment and we ...think? ...my other shit will fit? The problem is not the bedroom. The problem is getting it through this tiny, curved hallway that leads into the room. We'll see.
I have date today. ...Tonight. woo