burning at the centre of time

Almost spoonless today, which sucks ass, as I have a load of things I need to do. Instead I'm reading Alaya Dawn Johnson's Racing the Dark at lightspeed. I'll get to your questions soon, and hopefully still have spoons to do the video interview signup post for the Overambitious Dissertation. Also must get to reading The Secret Feminist Cabal.

Partially, I'm affected by the weather. Those of you in Madison and Milwaukee know what I'm on about...possibly the worst rainfall ever to hit this part of the state. Fortunately my house and area is not badly affected, but more than one friend of mine has had some water-related problems.

This is particularly true of a friend who teaches in a basement classroom at Riverside University High School. They had 4-5 feet of water (see my Twitter feed for a picture). Yes, that's feet. Band room, shop labs, computer lab...all of those things are basically ruined. I can't even begin to express how bad I feel for her, especially as funding right now is utterly fucked.

It's like the whole mood of the city is muted, painful.

Naturally, We had a hard time getting to Wicked last night. We ran into three streets completely flooded out, but made it down and back. Lovely time, though the theater was leaking a little. Fantastic show. Also, I want someone to have written an academic essay on Wicked-the-musical as direct response to the post-9/11 Bush administration, because it screams that to me.

Yes, I was an American Studies major. Shut up.

[stares at list] Right, productivity of some kind. If I'm not around much today, RPers and fandom friends, I do apologise.

Have segued into a not very good frame of mind over the last couple of days. I'm not sure where it came from, to be perfectly honest, but...yeah. So if I'm radio-quiet, that's why.

Must. Work. On Overambitious Dissertation. [stares at mountain, wibbles]

I survived. Anxiety fucking blows. Still feeling craptacular, have not had...okay, I'm still having...an anxiety attack of this caliber for over two years. And my shoulder hurts.

Considering all the stress I've been under, I probably should have guessed that this was anxiety, but hell, thinking coherently at 4 am? Not so much.

In the meantime, here is some fucking awesome by glockgal. You do not have to like Supernatural to appreciate it. I sure as hell don't...but that's another story.

So, the general response to 'do I cross-post stuff from here' over on LJ was rather positive, and therefore I will be doing that for the time being. Apologies to those of you who are reading it twice, that's just how it's gonna go.

Today's tasks (my mother is very fond of lists) were all phone calls, which I hate making with the fire of a thousand suns, but what I hate more is waiting for people to call me back. I want a goddamn nap, I do not want to be woken up by a very necessary phone call. So people had best call me back promptly so I can get this nap in...because once Mom's done with school, no more naps for Rhi.

(My mother is not very fond of naps. She thinks they fuck up your sleep schedule. It is only recently that she's come around to the idea that I might have a fatigue problem and therefore actually am tired regardless.)

So yeah, in the serious business journal, you get a not so serious ranty rhapsody about naptime. Sorry. Eventually there will be a rant about OCD and people/media/society Not Getting It, based off the mental illness panel at WisCon, but as you can tell, today is a bad day instead of a good one, and I can't guarantee anything besides the norm.

Also, Torchwood may be back, but on BBC1, and with US funding (Starz)? We does not like this, precious, both from a professional and a fannish standpoint.