Craig leaves for Seattle on Tuesday, so it's just me and the kids for the bulk of the week. I'm already hormonal as hell, so I don't think it's going to be a good week at all. I couldn't even really enjoy "Inside Out" which we finally got to see tonight for the first time. It had its moments, but I spent most of the film thinking, "This is it?" I feel like such a scrooge saying that.
Reading fic makes me realize how tough I am to please. I back out of anything that has a typo in the first paragraph or if it triggers my internal editor. Of the dozen or so stories I open every night to read, I probably finish only a couple of them. In some ways, it makes me sad that I have such a hard time enjoying fandoms in that way. I was always hard to please before I started publishing, but now, especially since I edit now, too, it's gotten worse.
Gah. I need to get some sleep. Hopefully I'll be in a better mood in the morning.
