solafiamma | (no subject)

Wow, a person sticks her head in the sand for a few days and look what happens. Explosions of sockpuppetry, affirmations of identity and Lance kicks the boyfriend to the curb. There's just no keeping up with all the chaos and scandal and tears of woe.

Me? I'm just reeling from the fact that my aunt decided to visit for the NEXT SIX WEEKS OMG!!! It wouldn't be so bad if she had the remotest vestige of initiative left in her, but she is apparently incapable of spending A SINGLE MINUTE of the day by herself when my sister and I aren't at work. It's only been four days, and she's already repeated every conversation we've had at least four times. This is going to be a very (VERY) long month. And a half. *sobs*

So. Hey. What about those SeSa stories, people? How are you all doing? I remember when

lilysaid used to do a State of the SeSa poll every year around this time. I miss those polls and how they used to remind me that I was not alone in my ABYSS OF PANIC AND DESPAIR. I'd do a poll of my own, but I'm in a rush because I have to go take my aunt for lunch because apparently even my work time is no longer sacred. *adds some weeping to the sobbing*

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Oh, you're totally not alone *g* I'm hiding it very well, but yes. Panic is setting in. This could, of course, have something to do with the fact that I haven't even STARTED yet. *meep* I've changed my mind about what I was going to do, btw, because there was no humanly way to pull it off.

Also? Six weeks is a really long time, even if she DID take initiative and do something on her own. Holy cow!

Does it make me a bad person to feel happy that I'm not alone with my panic? Like you, I haven't started my story either, and for similar reasons. I keep waffling back and forth between two story ideas and not committing to either one in case I decide I prefer the other. *smacks self with vigor*

Also? Six weeks is a really long time,

Dude, it sooooo is. I could fall in love, get married and divorce in that time. Or win the lottery, spend all the loot and be broke again but with LOTS OF STUFF. But no. I get my semi-racist, story-repeating, early-stage dementia aunt instead. Where's the justice? The good news is that she's not actually staying with us because, joy of joys, our house has been a total disaster area since we started renovating a couple of years ago and stalled part way through. I've never been so glad to be a hopeless procrastinator IN MY LIFE!!!