Think I'm stressed much? o.O
Today is clearly one of those days when I simply have no idea what day it is or what's going on around me. It took me (despite sitting next to a calendar) several minutes to determine that it was Saturday, not Sunday. All I know is that right now I have to finish the TQB galleys (which are...*pauses for 4 minutes*...now done, at least in the first pass; I have to go over it once more with my parents' and irishkate's notes), and when the galleys are fully done then the next thing I must do is revise the PRETENDER'S CROWN proposal.
I dunno. Intellectually at this point I don't *feel* stressed, possibly because I've reached a state of so much AGH that the only thing I can do is one project at a time and not really worry about the next one, 'cause it's not going to get done any damned faster if I do worry about it. Apparently my hind brain, however, is a little more strained than that.
*whooshes out a big sigh of air* Wonder if I'm man enough to take the entire TQB manuscript out with Mom and Dad's notes and have a sit-down in a cafe somewhere to zip through the last edits. (The only reason my manliness is in question is because it's a heavy manuscript, and I'm lazy. :)) I'd best be, though, because I'm far more likely to get it done if I do that than if I sit around at home theoretically working on it.
The sun starts coming back in seven days. Thank Quantum.