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Aug. 26th, 2003 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeYay! Dolph Lundgren is gone from my brain! That was a weird last 24 hours.
Ugh. Stayed up too late, and woke up too early. With the end result that I now need a shower, have much less time in which to do what I wanted to do today, and am in the annoying position of still having an incomplete number of food items to consume. I need to go grocery shopping. Except that it's ridiculously hot outside and I really don't want to walk down to the store. Meh.
So, the end result of that ridiculously long 2-day discussion of LXG with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
almightyhat seems to have been 1) to conclude that we're too fannish for our own good. 2) Hyde is still threatening to rape me and pop my head like a tick if I don't give him a bigger role in my story. Well, fine. That's what an edit is for. 3) Two excessively silly round-robin fics that I need need need to work on today.
Le sigh. I really am way too fannish for my own good, and so it looks like today is going to be an LXG sort of day. Edit the giant epic fic of doom, work on the two round robins, and that should be enough for one day. At least, for one four or five hour period before training. Ugh. Training. Training of doom. Stupid training. I should also figure out what I want to take to training, and what I want to scribble on while I sit there and listen to boring people lecture me about money. And try and figure out how to duck the damn high-five line. That's getting on my last nerve, it is.
Oh well.
Been re-reading The Cater Street Hangman, which still amuses me. It's such a ... cute tale, for a murder mystery. The Courtship of Thomas and Charlotte... and they're so adorable. They're absolutely adorable, and best yet, Anne Perry does it without being sickening. I love them to bits.
Hrum Hoom. Gyah! Picking that habit up... must stop. Must figure out what else needs to be done. I have an interview tomorrow for a job that, I hope, will prove to be much more agreeable than the one I'm undergoing right now *shudder* Stupid jobs, stupid pyramid schemes, stupid Primerica. And then the next day I have another meeting with my manager... which, ugh. She'll make us call up our friends. And solicit them for financial services. Double ugh. I hate hitting up my friends as though I were selling raffle tickets again. At least raffle tickets have the benefit of, you're young and cute and a kid when you sell them so people go 'awww' instead of razz you about it for ... did I just say razz? AUGH!
I need to get a different job. I need to get out of that place. It's going to drive me completely round the twist.
Hrrm. The Werewolf game is scrapped. I don't think, given my reactions to the gaggle last week, I can reasonably be nice often enough and for long enough to actually run a game. Not with that friendly but misguided and rather dim band of reprobates. Pirate!John and Little B. I could tolerate. But the rest.. ugh. At least the Palladium game is still going strong. Should be amusing to see what happens next session.
Rrgh. Fanfic.net is going up and down faster than a whore's drawers, and I can't get the input I need on my Matrix fic. Oh well... it wasn't really that I needed it anyway, just that it would be nice to have. I'll leave it up a little while longer and then finalize the outline and run with it. As with all stories, it'll probably change as I write it anyway. Like the LXG fic. Which seems to not only be changing as I write it, but requiring extensive rewrites and edits, and the ending keeps fluctuating. Stupid story.
Okay, that's more than enough rambling. I need to start being productive.
Ugh. Stayed up too late, and woke up too early. With the end result that I now need a shower, have much less time in which to do what I wanted to do today, and am in the annoying position of still having an incomplete number of food items to consume. I need to go grocery shopping. Except that it's ridiculously hot outside and I really don't want to walk down to the store. Meh.
So, the end result of that ridiculously long 2-day discussion of LXG with
almightyhat seems to have been 1) to conclude that we're too fannish for our own good. 2) Hyde is still threatening to rape me and pop my head like a tick if I don't give him a bigger role in my story. Well, fine. That's what an edit is for. 3) Two excessively silly round-robin fics that I need need need to work on today. Le sigh. I really am way too fannish for my own good, and so it looks like today is going to be an LXG sort of day. Edit the giant epic fic of doom, work on the two round robins, and that should be enough for one day. At least, for one four or five hour period before training. Ugh. Training. Training of doom. Stupid training. I should also figure out what I want to take to training, and what I want to scribble on while I sit there and listen to boring people lecture me about money. And try and figure out how to duck the damn high-five line. That's getting on my last nerve, it is.
Oh well.
Been re-reading The Cater Street Hangman, which still amuses me. It's such a ... cute tale, for a murder mystery. The Courtship of Thomas and Charlotte... and they're so adorable. They're absolutely adorable, and best yet, Anne Perry does it without being sickening. I love them to bits.
Hrum Hoom. Gyah! Picking that habit up... must stop. Must figure out what else needs to be done. I have an interview tomorrow for a job that, I hope, will prove to be much more agreeable than the one I'm undergoing right now *shudder* Stupid jobs, stupid pyramid schemes, stupid Primerica. And then the next day I have another meeting with my manager... which, ugh. She'll make us call up our friends. And solicit them for financial services. Double ugh. I hate hitting up my friends as though I were selling raffle tickets again. At least raffle tickets have the benefit of, you're young and cute and a kid when you sell them so people go 'awww' instead of razz you about it for ... did I just say razz? AUGH!
I need to get a different job. I need to get out of that place. It's going to drive me completely round the twist.
Hrrm. The Werewolf game is scrapped. I don't think, given my reactions to the gaggle last week, I can reasonably be nice often enough and for long enough to actually run a game. Not with that friendly but misguided and rather dim band of reprobates. Pirate!John and Little B. I could tolerate. But the rest.. ugh. At least the Palladium game is still going strong. Should be amusing to see what happens next session.
Rrgh. Fanfic.net is going up and down faster than a whore's drawers, and I can't get the input I need on my Matrix fic. Oh well... it wasn't really that I needed it anyway, just that it would be nice to have. I'll leave it up a little while longer and then finalize the outline and run with it. As with all stories, it'll probably change as I write it anyway. Like the LXG fic. Which seems to not only be changing as I write it, but requiring extensive rewrites and edits, and the ending keeps fluctuating. Stupid story.
Okay, that's more than enough rambling. I need to start being productive.
