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So far, everything I've tried to do well today has failed.
I tried to sleep in. Total fail.
I tried to read my book. Fail. The protagonist just got herself into a situation that's going to be awful. I don't want to read that.
I tried to go do henna. Fail. No one would stop to let me draw on them. It was hot and the spot they put me in had zero shade. I don't do well in zero shade. Since I made a total of $5 on the first 2.5 hours, they let me go.
I tried to rethread my serger with black so that I can get some costuming stuff done. My lower looper won't stay threaded. I lost track of the number of times I threaded, unthreaded, and tried again.
Emi refuses to do anything by herself. She's allergic to it, apparently. Ox is getting in trouble over and over. It's like he's three or something.
A Zulily box arrived with a shirt I ordered a couple weeks ago. It fits. Sort of. If I gain 20 more pounds it'll still fit. It's more of a "tent" than a "shirt". At least the color is nice.
And now I'm afraid to pick up anything else to work on. I need to sew buttons and boas onto my belt and thread elastic through my new glitterdot skirtsicle. I'm scared to try, since something's going to go horribly wrong.
Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe today is just bad. But it's really getting me down and my brain extrapolates that this is the way things are going to be forever and ever, so there's no point in trying.
There's a concert up at the FLGS tonight. I should go, since I like the duo. But I'd have to go by myself and I'm not feeling strong.
I know it'll get better. The henna that I actually got to do looked nice. Someday - maybe tomorrow - I'll be able to thread the damn serger. I've done it before and I can do it again. Tomorrow morning is troupe meeting. That will be nice and silly. Tomorrow afternoon Emi's having some school friends over to celebrate her birthday. We'll have popcorn, cupcakes, sno cones, face painting, and kids running around back for an hour or so. It'll be okay. I just am every kind of not okay right now.
I tried to sleep in. Total fail.
I tried to read my book. Fail. The protagonist just got herself into a situation that's going to be awful. I don't want to read that.
I tried to go do henna. Fail. No one would stop to let me draw on them. It was hot and the spot they put me in had zero shade. I don't do well in zero shade. Since I made a total of $5 on the first 2.5 hours, they let me go.
I tried to rethread my serger with black so that I can get some costuming stuff done. My lower looper won't stay threaded. I lost track of the number of times I threaded, unthreaded, and tried again.
Emi refuses to do anything by herself. She's allergic to it, apparently. Ox is getting in trouble over and over. It's like he's three or something.
A Zulily box arrived with a shirt I ordered a couple weeks ago. It fits. Sort of. If I gain 20 more pounds it'll still fit. It's more of a "tent" than a "shirt". At least the color is nice.
And now I'm afraid to pick up anything else to work on. I need to sew buttons and boas onto my belt and thread elastic through my new glitterdot skirtsicle. I'm scared to try, since something's going to go horribly wrong.
Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe today is just bad. But it's really getting me down and my brain extrapolates that this is the way things are going to be forever and ever, so there's no point in trying.
There's a concert up at the FLGS tonight. I should go, since I like the duo. But I'd have to go by myself and I'm not feeling strong.
I know it'll get better. The henna that I actually got to do looked nice. Someday - maybe tomorrow - I'll be able to thread the damn serger. I've done it before and I can do it again. Tomorrow morning is troupe meeting. That will be nice and silly. Tomorrow afternoon Emi's having some school friends over to celebrate her birthday. We'll have popcorn, cupcakes, sno cones, face painting, and kids running around back for an hour or so. It'll be okay. I just am every kind of not okay right now.