Posts by Megan Wegan
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Novel-writing is pants, isn't it? Where's my deadline? I'm just stuck in the middle of this huge smooshy unbounded thing...
Hey Emma. I'd like another chapter by Friday please.
That help?
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And probably take along our own food as well I suspect - the one thing which let the event down was the service (and maybe the rather extended halftime but i suspect that was only a problem for the young ones in attendance).
Yeah, the rather large crowd look everyone by surprise.
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Edward: If she can cope with a little bit of language (mostly from Hadyn, it has to be said) and the occasional offensive sign, taunting showboating, and chicks in corsets, she'll be fine.
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Oh look! It's 5:40am! And I am up. And fucking smug.
(Actually, I would soo much rather be in bed. I hit the snooze button so many times today, in my sleep, I was very late.)
I am an 'up at night' person, forced to start work at 5am. Which is fine, because 5am is still night. It's the afternoons that kill me.
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Hey, that's not cricket!
I don't think anyone lost their pants at the cricket. Except for that brilliant streaker.
I could post that excellent picture I have of Hadyn eating a hot dog though. Except, I don't think Emma wants me to.
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PAS. We keep it in our pants?
You haven't been to many PAS gatherings, have you?
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David! I now have a Neighbours theme tune earworm. And I blame you.
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So what sort of things do people do to plan ahead for fun things -
I find needing to plan ahead with the worst case in mind is sometimes a bit depressing
Not that it is even remotely comparable, but 5 years of shift work, and the last 2 years of 4 and 5am starts, has left me feeling like I am living in a constant state of jet lag.
I don't have any problem getting out of bed. It's what happens as soon as I've put my feet on the ground.
So. I stay on top of my washing, so that I know I always have enough underwear. I get my clothes ready before I go to bed. Some mornings, not knowing what I am going to wear is more than I can cope with.
On PAS it's about the pants; on Twitter it's currently about the capes. We've got it covered.
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Also, exhaustion and brain-fog does not lead to clear decisivie defiant thinking.
Of course. And I can see how you'd end up being all "but this was supposed to work. <shakes fist at world>"
I guess what I meant was, could you (all of you, not just Emma) not beat yourselves up please? It seems like you have enough on your plate without throwing a dose of self-recrimination into the mix.
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In general (this goes for Emma, too) I'm just wildly impressed that the creative spirit is so willing when the flesh is weak.
Yeah, I was reading, thinking "being generally awesome must help too, right?"
But also... look, every time you try a pet therapy and it fails, it's like another nail in the coffin. Every time Graduated Exercise Therapy didn't work, I blamed myself. Because it was supposed to, so it must be me fucking up. Not being strong enough. Finding out that it actually DOESN'T work for chronic fatigue was huge.
I've been thinking about this overnight, and I say this with all the love in the word, but you realise that's ridiculous, right, Emma? You're blaming yourself that things don't work for you.
Man, if I could come up with a medical technique that worked for 100% of people, I suspect I'd be very rich indeed.