Last night at Mom's place, and we lost power around 2 am. After a little while of power not coming back, I shuffled stuff out to the RV during the lulls in the rain so that Amy could sleep out there where there's power for her CPAP machine. Around 3:30ish, about 5 minutes after getting her all settled, the power came back on, of course.
Still haven't been able to get back to sleep, and it's 6 now.
I have a truly ridiculous amount of squee over the fact that Rainbow Dash defending Fluttershy's honor (in exactly those words) is now canon.
Just...either it's short enough to drop on Twitter or it's not stuff I want to write publicly, lately.
Holy crap wow next Monday is going to be a hell of a day.
I want to write.
I want to draw.
I want to play music.
I feel like my internal spring of energy for such things is flowing as strong as ever, but instead of flowing into this nice deep basin for catching, it's spewing out into a drought-stricken desert and just making mud and maybe a puddle or two.
And to take the analogy way too far, my work is the herd of animals laying in the mud keeping cool and hydrated. So I suppose my spring is being useful but...yeah.
I should really try to write again.
Amy pointed out something interesting yesterday about me. Probably my number one struggle with relationships is that I need to feel needed and useful, but not used, and I am not very good at finding or maintaining that balance myself. I get frustrated if things consistently sit too far in either direction, and it's a boundary I am not good at maintaining with people I am truly close to.