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lookingland) wrote2005-07-07 08:37 pm
lookingland) wrote2005-07-07 08:37 pm
tarred ~
my house hasn't been this clean since i moved in ~
well, okay, it could be a bit cleaner, but i'm just pooped. tarred. zausted.
it's so early i feel like i can't go to bed, but on the other hand i barely have the energy to type this entry. i tried watching a movie, but i've already watched everything twelve times at this point and i'm equally tired of staring at screens.
i guess when you're this dog-tired the only thing you can do is sleep.
just feels like a missed opportunity to work on something creative.
thunder is rolling and rolling outside. a little rain.
earlier i had a craving for sugar. when i lost power yesterday i ate the whole box of melting popscicles (there were about five twin pops) ~ so yeah, i overdosed on sugar and that's part of what is contributing to this crash.
the house is so clean i can't bear the thought of dirtying it. and i've put everything away and can't bear to haul it out again (if i can even find it ~ oy vey) ~
there's soda and chicken. i still want cotton candy though.
been researching liver disease. not a fun way to die.
i don't have a good book to read at the moment. last night i re-read mazence fermine's Snow ~ i think i like it better than The Black Violin. oh to write something so simple and so elegant.
i think i will. i'll call it Epitaph and it will be a story about dying of liver disease and the joys of cotton candy.
okay: that's my project for the night ~> a 45-chapter very short novella (75 pages minimum, 125 max).
think i can do it?
time me.
: D
well, okay, it could be a bit cleaner, but i'm just pooped. tarred. zausted.
it's so early i feel like i can't go to bed, but on the other hand i barely have the energy to type this entry. i tried watching a movie, but i've already watched everything twelve times at this point and i'm equally tired of staring at screens.
i guess when you're this dog-tired the only thing you can do is sleep.
just feels like a missed opportunity to work on something creative.
thunder is rolling and rolling outside. a little rain.
earlier i had a craving for sugar. when i lost power yesterday i ate the whole box of melting popscicles (there were about five twin pops) ~ so yeah, i overdosed on sugar and that's part of what is contributing to this crash.
the house is so clean i can't bear the thought of dirtying it. and i've put everything away and can't bear to haul it out again (if i can even find it ~ oy vey) ~
there's soda and chicken. i still want cotton candy though.
been researching liver disease. not a fun way to die.
i don't have a good book to read at the moment. last night i re-read mazence fermine's Snow ~ i think i like it better than The Black Violin. oh to write something so simple and so elegant.
i think i will. i'll call it Epitaph and it will be a story about dying of liver disease and the joys of cotton candy.
okay: that's my project for the night ~> a 45-chapter very short novella (75 pages minimum, 125 max).
think i can do it?
time me.
: D