*sigh* I feel so drained right now.  There are so many things I need to do.  SO MANY.  And my brain has basically been in survival mode for the past two weeks, just trying to get through the worst of it so I can try to move on.  But I’ve been so detached from everything that I just… don’t care?  At all?  And I hate feeling that way.

I’ve been wanting to write.  I’ve also been wanting to do crafty things.  And I just can’t get myself in gear enough to even try.  I HATE feeling like this.  But I know exactly why I do and nothing is going to make that better.  So.  😦

Also, the organizer is coming tomorrow and we skipped last week and we’re starting to hit that point where we’re not quite seeing eye-to-eye and I just know that’s going to end in a possibly-less-than-civil discussion and I just don’t want to deal.  But I HAVE TO.  We’re not done and we still have so much to do and whether or not I can physically or emotionally deal with it, it still needs to get done.  Along with a thousand other things.  *sigh*

I hope you’re all having a better week than I am?

*waves*  Hello friends!  I feel like I haven’t talked to most of you in a while.  Since I actually finished all the work I told myself I had to finish, for a change I feel like I have some breathing space.  I’m contemplating doing some writing (either meme prompts or possibly Muet or No Man is an Island), but feel free to wander by and say hello if you’re around, OK?

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eirenical:

Drink With Me; Mark Uhre (Enjolras), Matt McMahan (Feuilly), Matt Rosell (Jean Prouvaire), Alan Shaw (Joly), John Rapson (Grantaire), Perry Sherman (Marius); LM Toronto, 11/7/2013

…please ignore the sniffling throughout the back half of this song. After Grantaire shook off Enjolras, Gavroche went over and comforted him and Grantaire was clutching at him for the entire rest of the song, as though Gavroche were the only stable ground left in a world made of quicksand. Grantaire was so childlike in his disappointment and fear and Gavroche was so old before his time in the way that he was the one providing comfort and it was beautiful and it killed me. -.-;;;