My nightmares are faintly ridiculous...

Woke up from a nightmare of sorts in which absolutely nothing classically nightmarish was happening. Got up, made a snack, and then sat down in my Ridiculous Red Chair to get a little bit of Internet brain-wipe in.

Found a (really nice) rejection e-mail in my inbox. Replied with a thank you, then sent the piece on to my 2nd choice of market.

And then I found this:

You're welcome.

From Twitter 10-11-2010

( Tweets. Scintillating, innit. )

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Dear Internets

I am sorry I am behind on you. Wireless at Dayjob has been borked for two days now, meaning that I can't really catch up on DW and LJ or post during lunch. I'm surprised at how high my anxiety is over this, actually. Apparently taking that time to regroup, catch up, and have contact with my social cohort is a critical element in my self-care regimen.

I'm home, and trying to catch up now, but I got a call about 20 minutes ago from an out-of-town friend who has claimed me for dinner tonight. This is really exciting, and I am eager to get my hang-outs on, but it will probably mean I get home again right around the time I need to go to bed.

Somehow, my week has shed all of its free evenings when I was not looking. At least all five nights also involve food. I can at least get some of my Maslow on. Mmm. Food.

ETA: You know what's awesome? Beer, pizza, and tiny dog time with one of the coolest damn people I know. I feel all pleasantly sproingy.