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Awaiting Tomorrow

And so, the bank holiday draws to a close. Back at work tomorrow, after two glorious work-free weeks. Of course, I didn't exactly spend those weeks doing a stupendous amount of stuff, but I needed the time to wind down.

Burnout 5: Recovery was nowhere near as good a game as Burnout: Revenge. Then again, it wasn't exactly a game. I burned out on the whole having a social life thing, and since mid-April have been kinda avoiding going out. First off it's just being knackered after Beltane stuff, then a book to write (announced today on the WW LiveJournal, dunno if that counts as official or not) and a trip to Paris in the middle that meant I had no time to leave the flat for much more than the day job. It's why I was quiet through May. Hell, then June hit, which I spent initially in a writing frenzy then in a kind of limbo. July was mad flathunting and being pissed off more and more with work.

I was in the pub too much that the break to not being was a nice one, and I just... carried on. I needed the break. But the move happened, and 'pon my return to the pub I've noticed just how fucking overwhelming this whole "being social" thing really is. A few people and a (rambling) conversation I can handle. Several threads at once? I need time to relearn. So I'm trying to take it easier than I was before the whole period of burnout started happening. Burnout sucks, but it happens.

I spent the day pottering around the flat, writing two thirds of an outline that just fell together, and, err, not doing anything else. Reading news online, and generally fucking about. I've just had two weeks off where that's most of what I've done, but at least I got some work done.

In random news, I ended up drinking with gominokouhai, stormsearch, Toby Hadoke, and lots of other nice people last night. It was fun, and included many comedians bitching about other comedians.

Work tomorrow. I don't remember how. I need to iron a shirt and have a shave and do all that other professional crap. Fuck... Time to think about the future, and what I'm going to have to cook up to get there. Once I finish this outline and get it sent. It already feels like I'm late with it.




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