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Seems Like An Age...
Apr. 13th, 2011 10:19 am...since I've posted here about anything particularly interesting, or anything beyond the usual grind of "no time, OMG, FML," etc. I don't think it comes as any surprise to people who know me (even only through here) that I am, in fact, an introvert--for me, social interaction comes at a price, which is why four straight days of social interaction seems to have left me feeling like a ruby-slippered witch crushed underneath some randomly tornado-thrown house. Except far less amusing.
Last night was my worst bout of insomnia since I made those dietary modifications--I kept on hopelessly swallowing muscle relaxants, only to eventually wake up with a fierce crick in the neck and my eyes glued together, emerging sluggishly from a dream in which I was living in an apartment even more dimly-lit than my own, forever tripping over yet another lamp that I would turn on hoping to achieve full illumination, only to be disappointed. The place was a hoarder's dream, crammed with artifacts and dust; whoever had owned it last had left stuffed, plush and plastic medically-accurate take-apart hearts everywhere--a guy who'd died of cardiac failure, maybe?--and I was bustling around trying to help a film student put together their final piece, knowing well (having story-edited it) what an awful script it had, and how unlikely anything was to come of it.
Today, meanwhile, my grand ambitions boil down to A) a bath before picking Cal up for lunch, B) food shopping and C) BodyCombat. And hell, I'd like to finish "Black Bush", which is definitely lurching saggily towards its end-game. I'm at that stage right now where I hate it mightily, and will be happy to cut the crap out of it in second draft. Then back to A Tree of Bones, before I forget what I was talking about...
Amended to add: Check this out! (http://seawitchery.tumblr.com/post/4070384205/i-started-out-clicking-strategically-and-by-the) It's a 'Net-friendly version of one of those electronic loop-instruments they have at the Centre for the Appreciation of Music, where Cal does his Friday lessons. So responsive, and suck a time-suck; one good reason Tumblr exists, I guess.;)
Last night was my worst bout of insomnia since I made those dietary modifications--I kept on hopelessly swallowing muscle relaxants, only to eventually wake up with a fierce crick in the neck and my eyes glued together, emerging sluggishly from a dream in which I was living in an apartment even more dimly-lit than my own, forever tripping over yet another lamp that I would turn on hoping to achieve full illumination, only to be disappointed. The place was a hoarder's dream, crammed with artifacts and dust; whoever had owned it last had left stuffed, plush and plastic medically-accurate take-apart hearts everywhere--a guy who'd died of cardiac failure, maybe?--and I was bustling around trying to help a film student put together their final piece, knowing well (having story-edited it) what an awful script it had, and how unlikely anything was to come of it.
Today, meanwhile, my grand ambitions boil down to A) a bath before picking Cal up for lunch, B) food shopping and C) BodyCombat. And hell, I'd like to finish "Black Bush", which is definitely lurching saggily towards its end-game. I'm at that stage right now where I hate it mightily, and will be happy to cut the crap out of it in second draft. Then back to A Tree of Bones, before I forget what I was talking about...
Amended to add: Check this out! (http://seawitchery.tumblr.com/post/4070384205/i-started-out-clicking-strategically-and-by-the) It's a 'Net-friendly version of one of those electronic loop-instruments they have at the Centre for the Appreciation of Music, where Cal does his Friday lessons. So responsive, and suck a time-suck; one good reason Tumblr exists, I guess.;)
