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I finally had the dreaded Discussion with my brother about when he's going to move out. There's a lot I have really liked about him being here, and I do adore him, but the agreed upon year was up in May and both Eor and I have been feeling as if we really needed our own space back. Hawk seemed to take it well, he started out the discussion by making all of my own points for me. But he did sound tired, by the end of it, and I couldn't help thinking that often, when he seems to be taking things the best, he's really not so happy. He is a sensitive plant. And I feel badly about asking him to find another place to live right around his birthday, when he traditionally gets depressed, anyway.
But I felt so much better having finally had that conversation. I might actually be able to start concentrating enough to write something again, someday. Currently I'm not even really able to beta efficiently, my brain has been a wreck.
It hasn't helped, of course, that work has gone all stressful on me, with me being told I have to do a class on a topic I have no actual clue about. This morning I finally managed to seek out some information, and what it's told me is that I know possibly even less than I thought I did to begin with. :P I started giving the classes yesterday.
Meanwhile, something in my gut has been hurting and I've been able to eat very little food for the past few days. I managed a plateful for dinner, but for all the day up until then had eaten what amounted to a cup of soup and a couple of cups of tea. Which anyone who knows me will tell you would normally be completely unacceptable, I would be wanting to kill someone. Yesterday I was hungry; today, not much after the one cup of soup. I'm not sure what's going on. It still hurts. I have an appointment with some lower intestine doc, but that's not until the end of October, and that seems kind of far away at the moment.
But I felt so much better having finally had that conversation. I might actually be able to start concentrating enough to write something again, someday. Currently I'm not even really able to beta efficiently, my brain has been a wreck.
It hasn't helped, of course, that work has gone all stressful on me, with me being told I have to do a class on a topic I have no actual clue about. This morning I finally managed to seek out some information, and what it's told me is that I know possibly even less than I thought I did to begin with. :P I started giving the classes yesterday.
Meanwhile, something in my gut has been hurting and I've been able to eat very little food for the past few days. I managed a plateful for dinner, but for all the day up until then had eaten what amounted to a cup of soup and a couple of cups of tea. Which anyone who knows me will tell you would normally be completely unacceptable, I would be wanting to kill someone. Yesterday I was hungry; today, not much after the one cup of soup. I'm not sure what's going on. It still hurts. I have an appointment with some lower intestine doc, but that's not until the end of October, and that seems kind of far away at the moment.