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Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 12:49 am
my folders are a menace
The moment I realized I really, really need to get out more:
Frantic search for the edited copy of my Surfacing story through three folders and feverishly comparing the one I found with beta remarks to see if this is the one and finding a spelling error (Oh my God. It was on paper and people bought it and what if that spelling error made it through?).
My zines are held hostage by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svmadelyn. I didn't even know we could release them! I thought it was two years! I didn't know it was time! I forgot I wrote it. I was mildly surprised to recognize cesperanza's, thinking, when did I buy a zine, wait. Wait. Wait. Why do I know this story?. Because I never said I was quick on the uptake, but in my defense, chopchica linked me to traumatizing fic, then I remembered the one I read with Rodney's cock compared to a fire hose and I can't be blamed, can I?
Did that paragraph even make sense?
(I am going to cheerfully blame at least part of this on the fact that I'm detoxing myself from Ritalin for five days; there's a boring story to go with this that comes down to a.) want to see if I can function without having it. (I can, but I forgot how chaotic it is when my focus is off; it takes a really disturbing amount of time to get anything done and at this point, I'm so used to the habit that it's pretty much all I have to work with) and b.) I'm vaguely worried about my tolerance, plus secret answer c.) because I left the bottle at work and while yes, I could go get it, that's a long drive and I dont' want to explain to security that I really really am just an idiot who locked their ritalin up with the spagettios. This experiment in self-dopamine control by the power of my will might likely end the second I walk into my office on Monday morning. I am not too proud to say, this is so much less fun than I remembered.)
I can see homework this weekend is going to be swell.
On the other hand, I got three differnt type of brownie mix and two kinds of cookie mix. I really can't complain that much.
Frantic search for the edited copy of my Surfacing story through three folders and feverishly comparing the one I found with beta remarks to see if this is the one and finding a spelling error (Oh my God. It was on paper and people bought it and what if that spelling error made it through?).
My zines are held hostage by
svmadelyn. I didn't even know we could release them! I thought it was two years! I didn't know it was time! I forgot I wrote it. I was mildly surprised to recognize cesperanza's, thinking, when did I buy a zine, wait. Wait. Wait. Why do I know this story?. Because I never said I was quick on the uptake, but in my defense, chopchica linked me to traumatizing fic, then I remembered the one I read with Rodney's cock compared to a fire hose and I can't be blamed, can I?Did that paragraph even make sense?
(I am going to cheerfully blame at least part of this on the fact that I'm detoxing myself from Ritalin for five days; there's a boring story to go with this that comes down to a.) want to see if I can function without having it. (I can, but I forgot how chaotic it is when my focus is off; it takes a really disturbing amount of time to get anything done and at this point, I'm so used to the habit that it's pretty much all I have to work with) and b.) I'm vaguely worried about my tolerance, plus secret answer c.) because I left the bottle at work and while yes, I could go get it, that's a long drive and I dont' want to explain to security that I really really am just an idiot who locked their ritalin up with the spagettios. This experiment in self-dopamine control by the power of my will might likely end the second I walk into my office on Monday morning. I am not too proud to say, this is so much less fun than I remembered.)
I can see homework this weekend is going to be swell.
On the other hand, I got three differnt type of brownie mix and two kinds of cookie mix. I really can't complain that much.
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From:DON'T PLAY THE INNOCENT VICTIM WITH ME, MISSY!
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From:Word, oh dear Lord, word. I've realised that if I want to get anything done, I need my ritalin. Without it my brain really doesn't like to filter out extranious noise and is way too easily distracted (and is even more out of sight, out of mind, than it usually is). I've developed a strategy where I have it in two bottles: one for home and one in my laptop bag since half the time I forget to take it at home!
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From:::pats you:: No baby, it didn't. But you're really adorable like this.
Wow, otherwise, your tale sounds awfully familiar. J has done that a coupla times. Or forgotten to pick up the prescription. He's like a big happy dog when he's off his meds.
And sweet potato, you got's a chemical thing going on. It' not gonna just go away. ::looks sadly a bipolar meds::
Lastly; fire hose? WTF? Also, spaghettios?
Wow, so didn't mean for that to rhyme.
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From:P.S. Your icon makes me just stare and stare and stare at John's mouth. Nngh.
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my folders are a menace
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From:http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20080224/hl_afp/norwayhealthchildrenmedicinehyperactive;_ylt=AhtlOyvAEP_C7z6intLmbGis0NUE
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