recumbentI don't mean "Seanan needs a nap." I mean "crying at the slightest provocation, reciting primes to keep myself motivated to finish taking a shower, ready to curl up in a ball and die." So please. I am begging you here. I mean literally, I'm begging. Please...
...don't email me and then get angry when you don't get an instantaneous reply.
...don't ask why you can't have the next book NOW RIGHT NOW. I mean, unless your goal is seeing me cry. In that case, knock yourself out.
...don't tell me I'm neglecting my friends/social life/sanity when I don't come to your party. You know what? I know I'm neglecting those things. You know what else? I don't have a choice right now. I'm sorry. I wish I did. But I don't.
I am out of go. My candle is burning at both ends, and starting to melt in the middle. So handle me gently, do not prod me with sticks, and do not tell me I need to "take time for me." If the time existed, I would take it. It doesn't exist for me to take.
I'm tired.
In the interests of not turning a PSA into another source of stress, I will not be answering comments on this entry. Thank you for understanding.
July 18 2011, 20:31:18 UTC 5 years ago
Anyone who doesn't understand that at your gooey, sweet center you are human, and that humans get tired when they are superheroes for too long, can just go jump in a lake. A lake full of toothy nasty things. And leeches. And dreaded candiroo (or however you spell that scary South American fish that does unspeakable things in unspeakable places). Ha!
July 18 2011, 20:49:31 UTC 5 years ago