Yet again we come to Friday. Time goes both so fast and so much slower than I feel like it does. Fast when I think of everything I wanted to do, slow when I think about how much I've actually done. Catching up with the journal, for one thing, and some RP on Pern, and of course eighty thousand tons of testing. Dungeon Keeper -- it may not have moral weight, but I am now on level 19, which is no mean task. I did in fact get M&M6 from Czr last night, so now there's a new game to tempt me... plus I now have SoulBlade, because Jinian had to spend Tuesday overnight at the vet's (allergy to vaccination, she's fine now) and Jim was trying to distract me.

And still I feel like the week has gone by too fast -- there's always so much more I want to do than I actually have the time for. Which is nice; Harold is unemployed right now and has a lot to say about how bored he is. I just can't imagine being bored, not even after a month of free time. There are still so many things I want to do! Even now that my life has some balance to it and I no longer fly from project to project with insane glee gilding must-not-thinkg desperation... just reading and writing and talking to my friends could fill entire weeks.

I'm taking BAMM starting in February. This is a pretty nervous-making endeavour, but I'm also looking forward to it. It would be nice to be thought of as dangerous, as someone who shouldn't be pissed off. I have the 'small cute harmless' image internalised to a disturbing degree.

Gah. It's always upsetting to realise that the way you think of yourself is ... I don't know the word. Wrong. Not what you want. Upsetting. An image that makes your stomach hurt.