Stress, Queer Geeks and SV rec

[out_there]

Some people lose their appetite when stressed. Others eat. I don't eat so much as just *inhale* food.

So far today, I've eaten two potatoe cakes, a Hungry Jack's Bacon Deluxe (Bacon whopper? The one with double meat, bacon, and cheese, where you can just hear your arteries clogging with each mouthful.), two tubs of yogurt, two glasses of juice, a breakfast bar, a snack bar and a banana. I'm at the stage of considering going downstairs to buy food, even though I'm *not* hungry, just for the sake of it.

It's more than slightly disgusting.

I think it's just a combination of four hours sleep, the Admin coursework due (although hopefully I can get a last minute extension on that), uni exams in four weeks time, and by-product of mum's emotional stress from the divorce. I'm tired, and uptight, and I have uni tonight, and I have to be in at 8am tomorrow morning for a client meeting and...

AAAAAAAARRRGH!

Okay, that feels better.

Oh, I'm so jealous of this. Queer Geeks. Dude, that sounds like so many levels of cool, even though I'm only a partial geek at best. (ie. enjoy sci-fi/fanstasy, love computers, but couldn't fix one if my life depended on it.)

For a quick pick-me-up, I recommend celli's Social Worker to the World. It's the cutest SV fic that I've read in a while. Both the boys being adorable.

Comments

[celli]

*hugs* I've been trying to sublimate my stress-induced appetite into veggies and dip. Unexpected side effect: the smell of Ranch dressing now makes me want to hurl. This is not good. :)

*more hugs*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Unexpected side effect: the smell of Ranch dressing now makes me want to hurl. This is not good.

Bwahahahhaa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but that just reduced me into giggles.

*gets sniggers under control*

*hugs* I've been trying to sublimate my stress-induced appetite into veggies and dip.

I'm subliminating mine into fic writing. If I sit here writing a drabble, I'm not so tempted to go out and buy food. It *sounds* like a good theory.

*hugs you hard*

[celli]

*snicker* Yeah, yeah, it's funny. I have three more bottles of the stuff in my cupboard!

I'm subliminating mine into fic writing. If I sit here writing a drabble, I'm not so tempted to go out and buy food. It *sounds* like a good theory.

It's a good plan. :)

I'm just freaked because I know I'm going to get yelled at at work tomorrow. *sigh* Like that makes me want to sleep.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I have three more bottles of the stuff in my cupboard!

Hee! I went through a similar thing a couple years ago with carrot sticks and celery sticks. Note that I now refuse to eat either of those vegetables raw. *g*

I'm just freaked because I know I'm going to get yelled at at work tomorrow. *sigh* Like that makes me want to sleep.

*hugs you* Oh, that's not good.

It's the type of thing that make me stay up late on LJ, so I'm too tired to be stressed about it in the morning, but then... I get tired and overly emotional... so, yeah. Not the best coping mechanism.

Hmmmm... I guess you just need a distracting mental image, to let you go to sleep without worrying. Hmmm... I've still got fifteen minutes of lunch left. If you can come up with a fic idea, I could write you a drabble.

[celli]

I'm just freaked because I know I'm going to get yelled at at work tomorrow. *sigh* Like that makes me want to sleep.

*hugs you* Oh, that's not good.

No. I'm actually clinging to the hope that my boss, who has passive-aggressive tendencies, will actually weasel his way out of confronting me on it. Because yes, it should have been done, but my mistake was actually telling him I would get it done this weekend. I deserved the time off.

(Not that I haven't flaked around at work, but overall, I've done good stuff for him. Specially these last two weeks. So.)

It's the type of thing that make me stay up late on LJ, so I'm too tired to be stressed about it in the morning, but then... I get tired and overly emotional... so, yeah. Not the best coping mechanism.

Yes, exactly. :) I don't want to sleep, because sleeping means I'll wake up to all that crap sooner. But less sleep means I handle it less well. It sucks!

Hmmmm... I guess you just need a distracting mental image, to let you go to sleep without worrying. Hmmm... I've still got fifteen minutes of lunch left. If you can come up with a fic idea, I could write you a drabble.

Aww! *loves you*

Um...how about Dan and Casey talking in bed? Other activities optional. :) To make me feel better about dragging myself off to *my* bed.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

No. I'm actually clinging to the hope that my boss, who has passive-aggressive tendencies, will actually weasel his way out of confronting me on it. Because yes, it should have been done, but my mistake was actually telling him I would get it done this weekend. I deserved the time off.

(Not that I haven't flaked around at work, but overall, I've done good stuff for him. Specially these last two weeks. So.)

So, with any luck, you'll be stressing about it tonight, but will actually be able to get out of it tomorrow. *crosses fingers for you*

Yes, exactly. :) I don't want to sleep, because sleeping means I'll wake up to all that crap sooner. But less sleep means I handle it less well. It sucks!

It's a vicious circle. *resists the urge to quote SN*

Um...how about Dan and Casey talking in bed? Other activities optional. :) To make me feel better about dragging myself off to *my* bed.

*puts on thinking cap*