Which I guess isn’t that bad.
The last time I was here, in 2002 by my electronic file dates, they told us it was the intravenous drug-use capital of the U.S. A dubious distinction. I’ve asked a couple of people now if that’s still the case. They act like they have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about.
Such is the fleeting nature of human perception.
Tonight, I’m hanging back. So many things I could be working on, not the least of which is the Ruthless Revision. And all the emails. I’m not tired, but I’m not feeling the burn tonight. Maybe there’s been enough burn lately. I told Allison maybe I needed a night off and she agreed.
Which meant a lot to me.
I mean, David and my mom both tell me it’s okay to take a break, to relax, that it all doesn’t have to happen right now. But there’s been a trend lately among some of my friends, of them asking me for more than I feel I can give. Some have become angry with me for not meeting their deadlines, for not doing what they thought I should. I feel like I’ve been letting people down. Which is something that doesn’t always show in me, I think, how much I don’t like being that person.
And yet, more, I won’t become what someone else wants me to be.
So, this is a random post. Not meeting any rules or requirements. Probably not advancing anything in particular.
Tonight I’m watching a romantic movie and drinking wine.
Tomorrow is another day.
So Scarlett assures me.