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"I'm alive."
Dec. 8th, 2003 03:12 amI'm listening to a commercial for herbal viagra in the background. I want that damn DVD player plugged back in.
HAH! I got it to work. I am woman, hear me plug and play.
The bf is apparently no longer suffering from insomnia, due to the observation that I tucked him in three hours ago and he hasn't come downstairs yet. This is a relief; he hasn't been sleeping well for the past five days. I'm not sure why... well, not mostly. I know part of it was game ran late that one night.
I haven't been nearly as productive as I'd've liked to be this weekend. I'm telling myself that's because it was the weekend, and I was allowing myself weekends to be non-productive, but I should have been getting more done. I haven't. I have four stories on the in-progress list to work on, and I should be working on them. I'm not. Tomorrow, then, and I hope I get it done. At least some of it done. I need to get my ass kicked on this.
Life's going good, though. I'm safe, I'm secure. I'm fed, if not financed, and I'm looking for a job. Which reminds me, I should go through the paper tomorrow morning. Calling temp agencies can wait till after the Christmas holidays. And I should look on the internet too, if I can remember all my userIDs and passwords. I should really keep those written down some place.
Michael Massee looks strange in The Crow after seeing him in so much else recently.
There's not much else to say, I suppose. I'm tidying up a little after declaring my fic-writing a lost cause for the evening, putting some dishes away, getting ready for bed. Walkies tomorrow morning, and pushups and stretches. Pushing myself.
Good night.
HAH! I got it to work. I am woman, hear me plug and play.
The bf is apparently no longer suffering from insomnia, due to the observation that I tucked him in three hours ago and he hasn't come downstairs yet. This is a relief; he hasn't been sleeping well for the past five days. I'm not sure why... well, not mostly. I know part of it was game ran late that one night.
I haven't been nearly as productive as I'd've liked to be this weekend. I'm telling myself that's because it was the weekend, and I was allowing myself weekends to be non-productive, but I should have been getting more done. I haven't. I have four stories on the in-progress list to work on, and I should be working on them. I'm not. Tomorrow, then, and I hope I get it done. At least some of it done. I need to get my ass kicked on this.
Life's going good, though. I'm safe, I'm secure. I'm fed, if not financed, and I'm looking for a job. Which reminds me, I should go through the paper tomorrow morning. Calling temp agencies can wait till after the Christmas holidays. And I should look on the internet too, if I can remember all my userIDs and passwords. I should really keep those written down some place.
Michael Massee looks strange in The Crow after seeing him in so much else recently.
There's not much else to say, I suppose. I'm tidying up a little after declaring my fic-writing a lost cause for the evening, putting some dishes away, getting ready for bed. Walkies tomorrow morning, and pushups and stretches. Pushing myself.
Good night.
