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Dec. 23rd, 2015 10:12 amSo, I go to sleep, fine, all well and good. I wake up and realize I've been in the middle of this weird dream about Kevin J O'Connor as the leader of this religious revival cult where he's something like God's messenger on earth? I have no idea. He can never die. And there's these two cute blonde girls and their mother who are trying to get me to see the light and join them because I'm a good person and they don't want me to go to hell? Or because I'd be useful and helpful to the group (in the nice way, not the yes you are resource we assimilate way) or something like that. And there was a car crash, and I ended up having to take care of the girls because the mother was injured or dying, and somehow this led to me watching them while there were barrels and barrels of water stacked all over the place and KJO'C was lighting himself on fire.
(That part is actually easily explained by the novel I was working on last night sorting itself out, but I have no explanation for the rest of it.)
I opted to do my usual Wednesday morning schedule anyway, rather than try and do exercises in the morning. I'll just do some exercises when I get home, in the time when I would normally be at capoeira. And I ended up, of all things, doing some chord and finger-picking practice this morning even though by the time I had time to do it I was already pretty calm, the weirdass dream wasn't that bad. Just vivid and exhausting.
Pfft. Edits to do today, hopefully at work, and realistically when I get home my schedule looks like: exercise, dinner, reading/drawing/knitting till passing out. I have no idea why my brain is ramping itself up so hard and trying to tell me I'm failing on all the things, I'm not doing things, I need to get up and go and do. So confuse. Much weird. I do have a lot of books to read, though. So that's fun. And with more time actually carved out of my schedule and dedicated to reading that might happen some more.
I guess I don't have much else to say here. My pencils, the boy's Christmas presents, and my new purse should be coming tomorrow, and that'll be fun. But in the meantime I'm enjoying myself being on my new schedule, studying all my things, and generally dragging myself to being an Even Better Courtesan. Or what have you.
(An even better courtesan through guitar. Because come on, all the good courtesans played at least one instrument. Practice practice.)
(That part is actually easily explained by the novel I was working on last night sorting itself out, but I have no explanation for the rest of it.)
I opted to do my usual Wednesday morning schedule anyway, rather than try and do exercises in the morning. I'll just do some exercises when I get home, in the time when I would normally be at capoeira. And I ended up, of all things, doing some chord and finger-picking practice this morning even though by the time I had time to do it I was already pretty calm, the weirdass dream wasn't that bad. Just vivid and exhausting.
Pfft. Edits to do today, hopefully at work, and realistically when I get home my schedule looks like: exercise, dinner, reading/drawing/knitting till passing out. I have no idea why my brain is ramping itself up so hard and trying to tell me I'm failing on all the things, I'm not doing things, I need to get up and go and do. So confuse. Much weird. I do have a lot of books to read, though. So that's fun. And with more time actually carved out of my schedule and dedicated to reading that might happen some more.
I guess I don't have much else to say here. My pencils, the boy's Christmas presents, and my new purse should be coming tomorrow, and that'll be fun. But in the meantime I'm enjoying myself being on my new schedule, studying all my things, and generally dragging myself to being an Even Better Courtesan. Or what have you.
(An even better courtesan through guitar. Because come on, all the good courtesans played at least one instrument. Practice practice.)