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Oct. 12th, 2018 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartToday was particularly long and tedious. I won't bore you with the details; let's just say that it was even more useless than my workplace existence usually is. Thank God there are only eight weeks left... well, more like seven by now.
I did cancel the planned trip to Linz. The others haven't reacted yet, but I don't really care. There's only one who'd probably miss me at all, so what's the point. I'll take Mum there on a different day instead. She doesn't know yet; nor have I told her about the odd behaviour of my colleague. It would only hurt her on my behalf, and he doesn't need more grief in her life. I'll find a suitable excuse that won't even be a lie... just not the whole truth.
My Christmas-themed pocket letters are multiplying like bunnies. There's always one more piece of craft paper that needs to be put to good use. As I said: an addiction. At the moment it seems I'll have a total of 14 (fourteen!) pocket letters! Yes, I'm insane, I think we've already established that.
The middle part of my newest Christmas exploding box is almost done. It's very beautiful, thans to the origami papers I bought lately. I don't like blue as a rule, but this piece of work is really very Christmass-y, despite the colour. There'll be pictures, soon, I promise.
Mum and I have planned out the menu for my delayed birthday party. I'll have to make a lot of things in advance, as I'll have to work quite long (and useless) hours all week. Thank God for the freezer and for food bits that are as tasty thawed out as they are freshly made. After that party I hope the crafting frenzy will settle a bit and I'll have the inspiration and the energy to finally write again. *insert wishful look*
I did cancel the planned trip to Linz. The others haven't reacted yet, but I don't really care. There's only one who'd probably miss me at all, so what's the point. I'll take Mum there on a different day instead. She doesn't know yet; nor have I told her about the odd behaviour of my colleague. It would only hurt her on my behalf, and he doesn't need more grief in her life. I'll find a suitable excuse that won't even be a lie... just not the whole truth.
My Christmas-themed pocket letters are multiplying like bunnies. There's always one more piece of craft paper that needs to be put to good use. As I said: an addiction. At the moment it seems I'll have a total of 14 (fourteen!) pocket letters! Yes, I'm insane, I think we've already established that.
The middle part of my newest Christmas exploding box is almost done. It's very beautiful, thans to the origami papers I bought lately. I don't like blue as a rule, but this piece of work is really very Christmass-y, despite the colour. There'll be pictures, soon, I promise.
Mum and I have planned out the menu for my delayed birthday party. I'll have to make a lot of things in advance, as I'll have to work quite long (and useless) hours all week. Thank God for the freezer and for food bits that are as tasty thawed out as they are freshly made. After that party I hope the crafting frenzy will settle a bit and I'll have the inspiration and the energy to finally write again. *insert wishful look*
