| I only dance to songs I like so I was sat down most of the night
||[Apr. 27th, 2011|01:45 am]
Fuck it's one of those super fucking restless nights where nothing is appealing at all ever. I'm listless and weird and want to do something but have started EVERYTHING and find it impossible.
I shouldn't be allowed to be "between big projects" ever. It makes me totally useless. It's like I sent Jonesy off and now I've been sat here all fucking day waiting for it to be May so I can work on The Resurrectionists. Yet I know I NEED to be between projects or I'll go insane(er)--
Oh, you know what I need?
The Sims. Yeah. That.
If even that'll do it... might need to start a new town or something so I don't just start it up and turn it off (like I've done 1412 times with LotRO today.)
Must. Resist. Siren. Call. Of. Becca.
nothing is appealing at all ever
Ugh. I hate that. Mad sympathies. Hope Sims gives you some relief.
The Sims is capable of curing most ailments. It's good that way. I highly recommend a) new towns and b) alien abduction.
I haven't had a drink over the last few days because I've been particularly neurotic and wondering if it actually helps as it seems to... I've been way more neurotic than usual. You're right. I need a fucking drink.
Also, alien abduction! Weeeeeeee!
And I am sorry I missed you the other day. Balaji was convinced that I had been murdered or something because the volume on my phone was much lower than the volume of my blaring music, and I had the phone plugged in behind me instead of on my desk where I could hear it light up. (Still getting used to this new office thing.) He emailed me like, "WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING YOUR PHONE OMG."
Good god, you'd think he'd received a blood-spattered missive or something.
Anyhow, I hope your excursion for the extension cord was a success!
Oh good! Balaji got my blood-spattered ransom note!
My excursion was, in fact, a success. Which is good; now my laptop is capable of actually functioning through finals. AND I got to eat at Popeye's, which is pretty much always good (don't listen to that pesky surgeon general and his 'obesity' warning nonsense).
Last one is tomorrow. Thank God.
And then...WE DRINK!
YES!! Oh man, you're gonna need it, too.
Do you want to go to the movies some day and then let us take you to dinner and give you booze, by the way? Next weekish or something?
I like the sound of all of these things. They sound like magic in the forest. Magic. In the forest.
Property law has eaten my brain. I should have refrained from commenting.
Nobody can resist Becca's siren call. Which is odd, because I rather doubt she would be capable of seeing herself in that light. More an alluring anti-siren, really ...
You need something shiny to distract you. We're all of us more than a little magpie-ish, way down deep. Or not so way down deep, in many cases.
Yes, if I HAD a way down deep, perhaps I would keep mine there!
Well, soon, very soon, she will own my life again. She's pretty patient about things. Tom, on the other hand--no, I don't wanna think about it yet. Ha!