"Woke up in my clothes again this morning"
Sep. 4th, 2003 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI went to bed at around 4, 4:15 am. I'm up now at around 8:30 am. Why am I doing this to myself?
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
Don't know exactly where I am
I should heed my doctor's warning
He does the best for me he can
Got 4,330 words done on the Champions novel last night, which isn't 10,000 but it's something. And if I can do a good 10,000 today it'll be a whole lot of something. One bit at a time, one bit at a time, I just have to keep plugging away at it. And I had the disconcerting experience of looking up an old co-star of mine from back in the stone age... er, high school Bard's Company days... that I did Measure for Measure with. Hottest guy I ever met, I swear. And a couple of my friends did too. Also would be perfect for Champion Under the Sky. Found pictures of him. Still acting, still doing theatre... at least he was as of a few years ago. Still handsome. Must remember not to do that anymore, it gives me stupid urges, like wanting to e-mail him out of the blue and go "Hey, I know you probably don't remember me, but how's it going?"
I get weird impulses at four in the morning.
I can't believe I stayed up so late. I need to go back to bed. Either that or I need some serious caffeine action, and you can bet which of the two I'm going to actually opt for. Gyah. Why do I do this to myself again? Oh right. Writing. Stories. Duh.
He claims I suffer from delusions
I'm so confident I'm sane
It can be no optical illusion...
That's it. I'm going back to bed. Wwaking up and feeling like that particular song is not a good thing. Especially not after the dreams... ugh. Stupid dreams. On the plus side, I saw an entertaining movie with Mark Sheppard in it last night. Urge to watch those particular episodes of Firefly in. Hee. Badger. I love Badger. Urge to write Badger/River fanfic...
Back to bed.
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
Don't know exactly where I am
I should heed my doctor's warning
He does the best for me he can
Got 4,330 words done on the Champions novel last night, which isn't 10,000 but it's something. And if I can do a good 10,000 today it'll be a whole lot of something. One bit at a time, one bit at a time, I just have to keep plugging away at it. And I had the disconcerting experience of looking up an old co-star of mine from back in the stone age... er, high school Bard's Company days... that I did Measure for Measure with. Hottest guy I ever met, I swear. And a couple of my friends did too. Also would be perfect for Champion Under the Sky. Found pictures of him. Still acting, still doing theatre... at least he was as of a few years ago. Still handsome. Must remember not to do that anymore, it gives me stupid urges, like wanting to e-mail him out of the blue and go "Hey, I know you probably don't remember me, but how's it going?"
I get weird impulses at four in the morning.
I can't believe I stayed up so late. I need to go back to bed. Either that or I need some serious caffeine action, and you can bet which of the two I'm going to actually opt for. Gyah. Why do I do this to myself again? Oh right. Writing. Stories. Duh.
He claims I suffer from delusions
I'm so confident I'm sane
It can be no optical illusion...
That's it. I'm going back to bed. Wwaking up and feeling like that particular song is not a good thing. Especially not after the dreams... ugh. Stupid dreams. On the plus side, I saw an entertaining movie with Mark Sheppard in it last night. Urge to watch those particular episodes of Firefly in. Hee. Badger. I love Badger. Urge to write Badger/River fanfic...
Back to bed.
