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"Villa Locusta", Day Two
Aug. 13th, 2006 04:52 amWords today: 947.
Sections completed: Two.
Words total: 3,542.
Reasons for stopping: Took Cal to Mom’s, went to see Pulse. It’s not all that, as definitively proven by rewatching Kairo immediately after—without going deep into it, basic translation problems. And then I also developed this hideous crick in my neck, which I still have.
Darling du Jour: "Her downcast eyes the same dull blue washed with faintest rose as a river’s current made sluggish by sheer proximity, by merest implication, when it flows downstream from some ford choked by fresh corpses."
Tyop du Jour: None.
Mean Things: Talked about an eight-year-old boy getting run over by a cart. Impending volcanic eruption moves ever closer.
Coffee?: Tim Horton’s in afternoon.
Food: Toast, Shreddies, yoghurt, Spring Rolls, ice cream.
Exercise: Nuttin’, honey. I even forgot about BodyFlow. And that’s why Mama shouldn’t drink.
DVDs: Brick, which really is The Glass Key crossed with Yojimbo meets The Maltese Falcon, except set in high school. It’s also amazing, thankfully. A must, a keeper, see it now.
Music: Lincoln and Self-Titled, They Might Be Giants; Hannibal soundtrack.
Tomorrow, I need to put a serious push on, so I can A) get this out the door on Monday like I said I would and B) start dealing with all the other crap I have to deal with, including the final By Night rewrite and various cris des coeurs from students. Still, it’s good to be moving forward. ‘Night, all: I need to catch some more of Brain from Planet Arous.
Sections completed: Two.
Words total: 3,542.
Reasons for stopping: Took Cal to Mom’s, went to see Pulse. It’s not all that, as definitively proven by rewatching Kairo immediately after—without going deep into it, basic translation problems. And then I also developed this hideous crick in my neck, which I still have.
Darling du Jour: "Her downcast eyes the same dull blue washed with faintest rose as a river’s current made sluggish by sheer proximity, by merest implication, when it flows downstream from some ford choked by fresh corpses."
Tyop du Jour: None.
Mean Things: Talked about an eight-year-old boy getting run over by a cart. Impending volcanic eruption moves ever closer.
Coffee?: Tim Horton’s in afternoon.
Food: Toast, Shreddies, yoghurt, Spring Rolls, ice cream.
Exercise: Nuttin’, honey. I even forgot about BodyFlow. And that’s why Mama shouldn’t drink.
DVDs: Brick, which really is The Glass Key crossed with Yojimbo meets The Maltese Falcon, except set in high school. It’s also amazing, thankfully. A must, a keeper, see it now.
Music: Lincoln and Self-Titled, They Might Be Giants; Hannibal soundtrack.
Tomorrow, I need to put a serious push on, so I can A) get this out the door on Monday like I said I would and B) start dealing with all the other crap I have to deal with, including the final By Night rewrite and various cris des coeurs from students. Still, it’s good to be moving forward. ‘Night, all: I need to catch some more of Brain from Planet Arous.
