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...Oddly enough, the heead-in-a-vise feeling happens either when I'm at work or when my mother is yattering at me, thus this has been leading to more than the usual computer-room dwelling.
SUNDAY: Inventory night, and thankfully for the third time in a row, I didn't have to help inventory the freezer cases. One of the teenaged chickies who insist on wearing boobie blouses in the dead of winter had to. Instead, I was inventorying about twenty feet of the pasta sauce aisle (which went like the proverbial well-oiled machine, since I was with a group of well-organized people) and about four feet of the canned vegetable aisle (which took longer because I was working with teenagers who kept bickering over who was counting what).
YESTERDAY: I think I'm fighting the cold my mother has, so I ended up calling in sick. Usually, she yatters at me for not sleeping enough, today she yattered at me for sleeping too much. I can't win.
TODAY: Tried working on some writing, but I kept getting interrupted by my mother bugging me. Any ideas how to keep her from bothering me when I'm trying to write, and then explain to her why I can't get stuff done, after she kept bugging me? Locking the door to my room, putting on AC/DC to near-blasting levels, notes on the door, nothing seems to work. Now I know why Neil Gaiman has a writing cabin he retreats to when he's working...
SUNDAY: Inventory night, and thankfully for the third time in a row, I didn't have to help inventory the freezer cases. One of the teenaged chickies who insist on wearing boobie blouses in the dead of winter had to. Instead, I was inventorying about twenty feet of the pasta sauce aisle (which went like the proverbial well-oiled machine, since I was with a group of well-organized people) and about four feet of the canned vegetable aisle (which took longer because I was working with teenagers who kept bickering over who was counting what).
YESTERDAY: I think I'm fighting the cold my mother has, so I ended up calling in sick. Usually, she yatters at me for not sleeping enough, today she yattered at me for sleeping too much. I can't win.
TODAY: Tried working on some writing, but I kept getting interrupted by my mother bugging me. Any ideas how to keep her from bothering me when I'm trying to write, and then explain to her why I can't get stuff done, after she kept bugging me? Locking the door to my room, putting on AC/DC to near-blasting levels, notes on the door, nothing seems to work. Now I know why Neil Gaiman has a writing cabin he retreats to when he's working...
