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May. 14th, 2005 07:42 amDear Brain.
No more nightmares. Or I will scoop you out with a melon-baller.
No love,
me.
No more nightmares. Or I will scoop you out with a melon-baller.
No love,
me.
May. 14th, 2005
Mememememe!
May. 14th, 2005 12:43 pmNow that game's over and my to-paint list has been cut down again, and since work is slacking off...
Icon meme!
Pick one of my icons. Or several icons, hell. Make me write a drabble about it. It may or may not be what you expect. You can also ask about it if you don't understand, but I don't promise to be clear. ;)
Icon meme!
Pick one of my icons. Or several icons, hell. Make me write a drabble about it. It may or may not be what you expect. You can also ask about it if you don't understand, but I don't promise to be clear. ;)
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May. 14th, 2005 03:33 pmDear god, it's an actual post! Of substance! And more than two lines! Will the world end? Tune in next time.
Mmm rejection. Two letters, one yesterday. Ish? Something like that. Time's been running together. And one today. Which leaves four to go, and I should get some more stuff together and send it out on Monday, along with a number of boxes. Nord's buy-one-get-one sale finally ended. bastards for extending it. And game occurred, so the to-paint list resets.
I'm tired. I don't know why... no, I do know why. Nightmares the past two nights, although last night's wasn't as bad as the night before. Thank god the usual rule of thumb about dreaming about people doesn't seem to be holding true anymore. And when I haven't been having nightmares it's dreams so vivid and realistic that I wake up trying to compensate for injuries that aren't real. And, really, I only get at most 7 hours of sleep a night anyway. I wake up at least once a night. It doesn't take me long to get to sleep but staying asleep... yeah. I just. Mm.
I'm tired. I'm bloody exhausted. Drained. Not just the lack of sleep, the everything. Some things that have been going on in my life and around it that I won't mention here, some things that have been going on that I will. Work's been a bitch because of spring peak season, everyone buying summer yard furniture that won't get there till the middle of summer anyways for... I don't know. Stupid reasons, probably. Painting and writing more than I have in a while, and trying to help organize some friends. I don't know. I'm tired.
On the plus side, I'm getting better at painting. Like, really better. Learning how to shade and I'm learning how to thin the paints. Drybrush technique is my bitch. I'm getting even more paints for my birthday, so that's a happy plus. I've been iconning in my copious free time. Which usually means procrastinating writing or working on it during game.
And in the end, a lot of this is just me apathetically postponing my shower, so I'm going to go de-Snapify my hair now. And maybe try and get another nap that doesn't involve nightmares. Probably not, but you never know. Sometimes I miss ...
... there's a street. And I'm walking in the rain, over a bridge, through a park. And though I'd never wish to see the company I kept then again, I miss those walks, and the smell of the air.
And now I'm just fucking depressing. So I'll take my leave of you, with the passing thought that if there is no happy ending, you can always make one out of cookie dough.
ETA: The shower-head is trying to kill me.
Mmm rejection. Two letters, one yesterday. Ish? Something like that. Time's been running together. And one today. Which leaves four to go, and I should get some more stuff together and send it out on Monday, along with a number of boxes. Nord's buy-one-get-one sale finally ended. bastards for extending it. And game occurred, so the to-paint list resets.
I'm tired. I don't know why... no, I do know why. Nightmares the past two nights, although last night's wasn't as bad as the night before. Thank god the usual rule of thumb about dreaming about people doesn't seem to be holding true anymore. And when I haven't been having nightmares it's dreams so vivid and realistic that I wake up trying to compensate for injuries that aren't real. And, really, I only get at most 7 hours of sleep a night anyway. I wake up at least once a night. It doesn't take me long to get to sleep but staying asleep... yeah. I just. Mm.
I'm tired. I'm bloody exhausted. Drained. Not just the lack of sleep, the everything. Some things that have been going on in my life and around it that I won't mention here, some things that have been going on that I will. Work's been a bitch because of spring peak season, everyone buying summer yard furniture that won't get there till the middle of summer anyways for... I don't know. Stupid reasons, probably. Painting and writing more than I have in a while, and trying to help organize some friends. I don't know. I'm tired.
On the plus side, I'm getting better at painting. Like, really better. Learning how to shade and I'm learning how to thin the paints. Drybrush technique is my bitch. I'm getting even more paints for my birthday, so that's a happy plus. I've been iconning in my copious free time. Which usually means procrastinating writing or working on it during game.
And in the end, a lot of this is just me apathetically postponing my shower, so I'm going to go de-Snapify my hair now. And maybe try and get another nap that doesn't involve nightmares. Probably not, but you never know. Sometimes I miss ...
... there's a street. And I'm walking in the rain, over a bridge, through a park. And though I'd never wish to see the company I kept then again, I miss those walks, and the smell of the air.
And now I'm just fucking depressing. So I'll take my leave of you, with the passing thought that if there is no happy ending, you can always make one out of cookie dough.
ETA: The shower-head is trying to kill me.
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May. 14th, 2005 11:38 pmOh god. It's ... 11.38 pm. I've been painting since about 4.30. That's...
I can't do math anymore.
That's a shitload of hours painting is what it is. I finished the plotbunnies, two trolls, and that damn raggedy death man I've been kicking around for ages. Tomorrow I shall paint more orcs. Which should be the last of the orcs, so, yay there. I am getting so sick of orcskin green.
I have no idea why I feel the need to paint so much lately. Maybe it's easier than writing? And if that's the case, I need to get off my ass and start writing. Kick. Kick self. Beat self in the head and... no, that's not the way either. Stupid.
Mmph. Can you tell it's late? Heh. Yes. I shut up now and go to bring in the sealed minis, take out some more minis to prime and put in boxes, and then... ugh. Pack up and go to bed, I guess. I need a painting icon.
I can't do math anymore.
That's a shitload of hours painting is what it is. I finished the plotbunnies, two trolls, and that damn raggedy death man I've been kicking around for ages. Tomorrow I shall paint more orcs. Which should be the last of the orcs, so, yay there. I am getting so sick of orcskin green.
I have no idea why I feel the need to paint so much lately. Maybe it's easier than writing? And if that's the case, I need to get off my ass and start writing. Kick. Kick self. Beat self in the head and... no, that's not the way either. Stupid.
Mmph. Can you tell it's late? Heh. Yes. I shut up now and go to bring in the sealed minis, take out some more minis to prime and put in boxes, and then... ugh. Pack up and go to bed, I guess. I need a painting icon.