A Wee Bit of SeSangst

SeSa. Yes. I am at that stage in the writing process where I can't even compose a grocery list. That would be about half an inch from full blown panic. I avoided the whole thing yesterday by watching Fellowship of the Ring and Two Towers, eating wildly unhealthy things which shall not be named and pretending that if I wait long enough the house will clean itself. This morning, I'm still bereft of ideas, my stomach feels ever so slightly queasy, and I'm pretty sure the house looks precisely as chaotic as it did last night.

In other neurotic news, around the time that SeSa sign ups began, I'd been engaged in a bit of a friending binge. When the assignments were sent out, though, it occurred to me that if I friended someone else, she'd probably think I was her secret santa. And yes, I know, who gives a rip, but I do, though. I do give a rip, and so I was going to just go ahead and friend everybody on the "watched by" list on the sesa_discuss info page, but nonchop very firmly told me not to be such an ass (in a much nicer way, of course), and so I refrained. Just barely.

I may still indulge in a more restrained friending frenzy, though, because when the urge is there, it's there, and there's just no use fighting it. So, if I friend you and you're wondering if I'm you're secret santa, no, I'm not. Or maybe I am. But most probably, not.