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serindePeople (up to and including my grandma, who doesn't even hear the half of what I get up to) have been pointing out that I try to cram too much fun into my fun, which leads to me being more exhausted and stressed than fun-enabled. I just don't know how to stop.
Still and all, a pretty successful holiday weekend, in spite of sickness, exhaustion, and family woes in various quarters. Bad movies were watched. Good movies were watched. Complicated hippie-esque Avalon Hill boardgames were played, as was City of Heroes. Way too damn much food that's bad for us was consumed. And I only had two inexplicable crying jags. (!?!) (No, we are not going to concentrate on that aspect of insanity; we will regard it as some kind of hormonal aberration and not let it happen again.) More importantly, PRESENTS!! I regress to age 8 when I see a pile of shiny-wrapped things under a tree. I got to open one that was four times the size of anyone else's, which automatically makes it the best holiday ever.
Christmas dinner didn't actually happen, because no one wanted food any more, really. (Christmas breakfast hardly happened, even--![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jdev's spice cake, a big bowl of fried kielbasa, onions, & apples, and a big plate of scrambled eggs went largelly untouched.) In the event I made the ham and the pease pudding, and just left them on the counter for nibbling at, which worked tolerably well. ...I just realized this second that I never even brought the applesauce out of the fridge. Heh. And I figure I'll make the mince pies for munching on NYE.
Pease pudding is odd, especially the consistency, but I can see the appeal. I think I might like to put a bit more flavor in it, though I am given to understand that sort of defeats the purpose of the dish. I'm feeling cumin, but that would probably make it too much like Beth & Cindy's house soup. Not that this is a bad thing, just...repetitive; not everything made with yellow peas has to taste the same, after all.
Rest of the week I intend some mellowness, HA HA HA. Sleep would be good. I am devoting my Thursday to more CoH, I think. I need to dedicate time to slacking off for sanity's sake, it would seem.
Still and all, a pretty successful holiday weekend, in spite of sickness, exhaustion, and family woes in various quarters. Bad movies were watched. Good movies were watched. Complicated hippie-esque Avalon Hill boardgames were played, as was City of Heroes. Way too damn much food that's bad for us was consumed. And I only had two inexplicable crying jags. (!?!) (No, we are not going to concentrate on that aspect of insanity; we will regard it as some kind of hormonal aberration and not let it happen again.) More importantly, PRESENTS!! I regress to age 8 when I see a pile of shiny-wrapped things under a tree. I got to open one that was four times the size of anyone else's, which automatically makes it the best holiday ever.
Christmas dinner didn't actually happen, because no one wanted food any more, really. (Christmas breakfast hardly happened, even--
jdev's spice cake, a big bowl of fried kielbasa, onions, & apples, and a big plate of scrambled eggs went largelly untouched.) In the event I made the ham and the pease pudding, and just left them on the counter for nibbling at, which worked tolerably well. ...I just realized this second that I never even brought the applesauce out of the fridge. Heh. And I figure I'll make the mince pies for munching on NYE.Pease pudding is odd, especially the consistency, but I can see the appeal. I think I might like to put a bit more flavor in it, though I am given to understand that sort of defeats the purpose of the dish. I'm feeling cumin, but that would probably make it too much like Beth & Cindy's house soup. Not that this is a bad thing, just...repetitive; not everything made with yellow peas has to taste the same, after all.
Rest of the week I intend some mellowness, HA HA HA. Sleep would be good. I am devoting my Thursday to more CoH, I think. I need to dedicate time to slacking off for sanity's sake, it would seem.
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Date: 2006-12-26 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-26 08:13 pm (UTC)I feel your pain. I think having more than one relationship certainly makes for less personal time. I think it is worth it, but relationships make their impact felt. When you add that to commuting back and forth every day, anyone would already be tired but probably still looking for socialization, since commuting and work != fun. I'm sure that a therapist would say something like "you have to choose which hobbies and other diversions you want to focus on" but that sucks. I can only say that planning one weekend a month in which you don't do anything might help. Also, listen to your body. If you feel like you are going to explode or burst out in tears, it might be time to cancel your next event.