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deathpixie) wrote2005-09-26 11:10 pm
deathpixie) wrote2005-09-26 11:10 pm
Wrapping - it's not just a funny place name in England...
Slowly getting through the list of things that have to be done before I go. I'm foreseeing a day spent on the phone to various utilities and other companies, arranging for accounts to be renamed/cancelled/etc. But considering I'll need business hours for that, I'll leave it for the week I have off.
Wrapping up my online stuff tonight, mostly. Checking things, asking people for input on things so I can finish those, notifying others. Organsing my friendslist into filters that make it easier to read, especially after the mad friending spree I went on. Adding a hug meter to my user info, since hugs are good. ;)
I'm in a strange headspace. Some parts are wanting to reach out, open up, others are closing off. Could explain the one degree of separation I've been maintaining online by dealing with things by email and LJ only, not AIM. The thought of AIM just leaves me exhausted, and I don't know why. Not enough time for me to consider my words, perhaps.
I'm tired. Physically and emotionally. I'm going to go take my vitamins (B12 and the stress relief formula with valerian in it) with a glass of milk and go curl up in bed, after making sure my alarm is set and the volume's up on the radio. *wry*
Night all, sleep well. Or, if you're on that side of the world, have a good day.
Wrapping up my online stuff tonight, mostly. Checking things, asking people for input on things so I can finish those, notifying others. Organsing my friendslist into filters that make it easier to read, especially after the mad friending spree I went on. Adding a hug meter to my user info, since hugs are good. ;)
I'm in a strange headspace. Some parts are wanting to reach out, open up, others are closing off. Could explain the one degree of separation I've been maintaining online by dealing with things by email and LJ only, not AIM. The thought of AIM just leaves me exhausted, and I don't know why. Not enough time for me to consider my words, perhaps.
I'm tired. Physically and emotionally. I'm going to go take my vitamins (B12 and the stress relief formula with valerian in it) with a glass of milk and go curl up in bed, after making sure my alarm is set and the volume's up on the radio. *wry*
Night all, sleep well. Or, if you're on that side of the world, have a good day.