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May 22, 2013 · 9:54 AM

In the Best Tradition of Huh Wuzzat?

I am going to SUCH a busy camper these next few days. Look:

Tuesday Day: Sent off short story to CW professor for contest entry –> ACCOMPLISHED
Tuesday Eve: Dinner with lovely friend and family –> ACCOMPLISHED, YUM.
Wednesday Morning:  Drive to freaking Austin to retrieve my damn credit card –> ACCOMPLISHED
Wednesday Afternoon:  Go to campus in San Marcos & deliver Financial Aid audit paperwork. Also? Must register for Fall classes because I am an ijit and didn’t do so during regular registering hours, ferfuckssakes.
Wednesday Night: BFF Sleepover, now with packing help for various things
Thursday Night: Yoga with Mister Man and then home, packing for our various things
Friday Morn: (gawd awful o’clock) drop Mister Man at the airport, come home, and wake up The Girl for school. Finish packing costumes, whips, and toiletries.
Friday Night: Drop off Girl with her Dad, go visit Lance and Rob in Austin for Fearless Gaming/Writing Discussions
Saturday Morn: (gawd awful o’clock, again) Drive to Houston for …
Sat – Sunday: Comicpalooza (see handy attached link) 
Sunday Night: Late drive home and collapse
Monday Morn: Drop off merch with BFF
Monday Afternoon: Chaperone young teens on a zombie video game hootenanny in what is NOT a date, dammit
Monday Night: Collapse into small pile

 

I am going to be so sleep deprived come Monday that all my conversation will consist of muttered movie quotes and startled snorts.

If y’all are at the Con, do come by the dealer’s room and say hi. If you bring coffee, you will be counted as a God amongst mortals and there might be active cheering.

 

metal_horns

Maybe, um. Maybe not quite this epic a cheer.

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March 20, 2012 · 1:17 PM

/ramble

Heh. Denied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s this sticky note, pasted to the bottom of my monitor. It says:

Things to Make Happen, Everyday

*laughing
*loving
*yoga
*dancing
*good food
*writing

See?

 

 

Good advice, no?  I am not always able to follow it, though.

Sometimes, laughing is hard. Sometimes my insomnia insists that I will have only the resources for stumbling through my day, yoga be damned.1
But still. I try.

Even when I am operating on just under four hours of sleep. Last night a giant storm moved through the Austin area. It was breathtaking. Beautiful. Freaking loud. I couldn’t sleep at all during it.

Reality seems a bit distant today. Just slightly out of reach.

 

 

Wish me caffeine, you guys. I am going to need it.

Um, Excuse me? I believe I ordered the *large* coffee?

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 – And before my yoga friends chime in with their somewhat inevitable “Yoga cures all ills, including insomnia,” I will simply nod and smile a bit exhaustedly. Because nothing cures all ills.

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January 27, 2012 · 8:51 AM

“You can’t imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!”

Title is a quote by  Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy

 

Read. Analyze. Write. Read. Analyze. Write.
(Lather, rinse, repeat.)

 

I am supposed to be reading, writing, and doing homework today1. I’ve a ton of it due by tomorrow and it really needs doing.

*sigh*

SERIOUS case of the IDoanWannas.

Well, that’s not strictly accurate. I wanna do something. I want to write on my story. I want to do some editing on what I’ve already written. I want to finish the scene where my protagonists are arguing. I want to nap.

That’s what I want to do.

I don’t want to re-read Alice in Wonderland and deconstruct it into a three page essay. I don’t want to read Kant and Russell for Philosophy, nor do I want to write an autobiographical paper on why I feel a certain way about a given topic for same. I don’t want to read about that cocaine abusing fame chaser, Freud. Further, I don’t want to write a paper on the six different types of the teenage maturation process (early, late, average x gender).

I doanwanna! Idoanwanna! I donawanna!

But I will. Because I must. And once I get into the work, I will enjoy doing it.

At this point, I’m just whining and flailing and in general, enjoying a good tantrum before settling down to the work.

I figure I’ve got at least forty minutes of tantrum time before I have to get started.

 

 

1 – And laundry. Mustn’t forget the laundry.

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