No Buffy for me this week. It's too insane here. I had rehearsal today, then I have tech on Friday, and our performance is on Sunday. On Saturday is Alex's winter guard championships. And I have a deadline of Monday I'm racing to meet, so there's supposed to be writing happening in all the middle of that.
Which means I really, really, really can't play Two Point Hospital even though I want to. I bought it the weekend before last, and I'm seriously addicted to the damn thing. It's worse than when I played Theme Hospital way back on the PC. It might even be as bad as my Sims addiction in the early 2000s. But I find myself craving the escape, especially when faced with news like how Betsy DeVos wants to take away all of the Special Olympics funding but still get $60 million for her damn charters.
I hate that woman with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.
I'm falling deep into the Buffy hole, too, though. I've decided--and yes, I know this is insane--to start reading everything posted over at Elysian Fields. Starting with the oldest stuff. It came about just as I was falling out of the fandom so there's a ton of new stories I haven't seen. I don't even think I was the one who uploaded my stories over there originally. And of course, I won't read everything. I don't have time to read stories that aren't well-written or aren't my cup of tea. But I'm going to at least try all of them, one by one, and if a lot of them just being DNFs, well that'll just match my regular reading habits.
Life is too short to suffer through stories that either drive you crazy or you don't enjoy. I didn't learn that lesson until my 40s. Maybe my TBR pile wouldn't be as crazy today if I had learned it sooner.