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Jan. 23rd, 2006 08:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI just got nine or so hours of sleep. I should not still be tired.
Saw Tristan and Isolde yesterday. Realized when I got to the theatre that I did not, in fact, remember the story as completely as I thought I would, but that's okay. I remembered the general gist. It also turned out that the boys I was seeing it with did not know that it was based on actual legend, so I got to enlighten them. Much mental poking around to see if they were Arcane types or just overall types. Decided they were not, in fact, Arcane. I should stop seeing it everywhere. Or at least thinking about it all the time.
Did get some writing done yesterday. Did not get as much done as I had hoped. Did not see Diana either, due to scheduling snafus and me being a dorkface and not writing down her number like I should have. Probably just as well because after the movie was over we came home and I promptly fell over. Well, didn't go to sleep till 10, but I was exhausted for no apparent reason. Slept for nine bloody hours. Still sleepy. Maybe a shower will help.
However! Noveling is coming along. So there's that. I also have to prep for my Shadowrun game in three weeks, which, oogh. Have I mentioned how terrifying it is to be GMing again? Which, it is.
A friend did bring up the valid point that flailing about the perplexity of boys is occasionally .. something-making. And no less perplexifying. Mellow apologies to any boys I may have scared off. Boys are still perplexious, but girls are certainly no less so. Although lately no girls have perplexed me. And now I've clearly reached the point where I just like making words off the word perplexed. Hee.
I am insane.
And tired. Which is really the reason for the long and rambling tone. I'm thinking I may perhaps really have been sick and just haven't manifested symptoms apart from my nose deciding to become a leaking waterworks rather than a proper nose. And the occasional sinus pressure. Nine hours! Most of that drugged sleep, granted, but, nine! I should not be exhausted. I should be up and about. And, actually, I should be showering. Right. Off to do that then. And figure out whether or not I want to take my one day off work today or later in the week. Poo.
Saw Tristan and Isolde yesterday. Realized when I got to the theatre that I did not, in fact, remember the story as completely as I thought I would, but that's okay. I remembered the general gist. It also turned out that the boys I was seeing it with did not know that it was based on actual legend, so I got to enlighten them. Much mental poking around to see if they were Arcane types or just overall types. Decided they were not, in fact, Arcane. I should stop seeing it everywhere. Or at least thinking about it all the time.
Did get some writing done yesterday. Did not get as much done as I had hoped. Did not see Diana either, due to scheduling snafus and me being a dorkface and not writing down her number like I should have. Probably just as well because after the movie was over we came home and I promptly fell over. Well, didn't go to sleep till 10, but I was exhausted for no apparent reason. Slept for nine bloody hours. Still sleepy. Maybe a shower will help.
However! Noveling is coming along. So there's that. I also have to prep for my Shadowrun game in three weeks, which, oogh. Have I mentioned how terrifying it is to be GMing again? Which, it is.
A friend did bring up the valid point that flailing about the perplexity of boys is occasionally .. something-making. And no less perplexifying. Mellow apologies to any boys I may have scared off. Boys are still perplexious, but girls are certainly no less so. Although lately no girls have perplexed me. And now I've clearly reached the point where I just like making words off the word perplexed. Hee.
I am insane.
And tired. Which is really the reason for the long and rambling tone. I'm thinking I may perhaps really have been sick and just haven't manifested symptoms apart from my nose deciding to become a leaking waterworks rather than a proper nose. And the occasional sinus pressure. Nine hours! Most of that drugged sleep, granted, but, nine! I should not be exhausted. I should be up and about. And, actually, I should be showering. Right. Off to do that then. And figure out whether or not I want to take my one day off work today or later in the week. Poo.