I'm closed for maintenance.
Today's challenge: Try to think of ways to keep my eyelids open. It doesn't have to be realistic looking or anything.
I'm droopy tired this morning. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that my body is using most of it's energy focusing on how crampy I am. And that, in turn, is making me a little short tempered as it usually does at this time. I can feel the need to have to bite my tongue already coming even though I'm just thinking snipey and snarky things right now.
But that's only because nobody is talking to me.
"I can never find a bloody PEN in here!"
It is Friday the 13th and it is also Mom's birthday. I have a couple vague ideas of what to get her but that's it. It's all vague, though. Dad probably got her flowers and balloons this morning. If not this morning then it will be this afternoon because he's sweet like that.
I need to wander around after work today to find her something. Then I have to set up a tape for Terminator because it's starting up again tonight and I'll probably miss it because of birthday stuff.
Cute guy at work shaved his head! Yesterday he came into my cube to drop some stuff off. He mumbled something as he always seems to do. He doesn't talk a lot - to me anyway - and when he does it's barely audible.
But he came into my cube and I saw him out of the corner of my eye and I thought, "Who is that big baldy?" I turned to get a better look as he was on his way out and my jaw dropped because it was Cute Guy who'd had a full head of hair the day before.
I'm wondering if it was an impulsive decision or if he'd been thinking about doing it for a while.
It doesn't look bad. I like bald men in general anyway, Patrick Stewart, Jonathan Goodwin...that cutie on Time Warp. But Cute Guy looked so CUTE with his hair. He's still cute but in a sort of...escaped convict sort of way.
I'll just have to ask his name next time he comes around. I had to ask the names of a couple others when they were hired on because no one introduces anybody to anyone around here. GOSH! I think I was taken around and introduced when I was first hired. What is the DEAL people? He just seems so quiet all the time I'm afraid his head might explode or something if I try talking to him directly.
I wrote some more yesterday. I didn't see how much though I know it was over a thousand words, maybe a couple thousand. I've been getting frustrated with myself the past few times I've pulled up the Samantha story to work on it. I've been forcing myself to work on it and it's irking me something fierce.
This story has been in the works the longest. Two years and six or seven months now. And it is getting extremely boooooring to me. I am bored with it and all I can think about is the infinite number of drafts I'll probably have to go through with it before I can be even remotely satisfied with it.
It's becoming work for me, work that I would rather avoid and that is not how it should be. I wanted to set it on fire last night because of how numb my brain has become to it. I don't know if I'm making it worse or better or if it's still just lame and will always remain so.
When I begin to feel like that about a project I'm working on I know I just need to cool it for a bit and set it aside for a little while and work on something else. Doing that again with this though just makes me feel like I will NEVER get anything finished even more so. It's getting frustrating and discouraging.
I don't even know why I do it anymore because of how pointless all of it seems.
I would have a lot more space in my bedroom if I just set fire to all of my notebooks and printed drafts anyway.
I'm droopy tired this morning. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that my body is using most of it's energy focusing on how crampy I am. And that, in turn, is making me a little short tempered as it usually does at this time. I can feel the need to have to bite my tongue already coming even though I'm just thinking snipey and snarky things right now.
But that's only because nobody is talking to me.
"I can never find a bloody PEN in here!"
It is Friday the 13th and it is also Mom's birthday. I have a couple vague ideas of what to get her but that's it. It's all vague, though. Dad probably got her flowers and balloons this morning. If not this morning then it will be this afternoon because he's sweet like that.
I need to wander around after work today to find her something. Then I have to set up a tape for Terminator because it's starting up again tonight and I'll probably miss it because of birthday stuff.
Cute guy at work shaved his head! Yesterday he came into my cube to drop some stuff off. He mumbled something as he always seems to do. He doesn't talk a lot - to me anyway - and when he does it's barely audible.
But he came into my cube and I saw him out of the corner of my eye and I thought, "Who is that big baldy?" I turned to get a better look as he was on his way out and my jaw dropped because it was Cute Guy who'd had a full head of hair the day before.
I'm wondering if it was an impulsive decision or if he'd been thinking about doing it for a while.
It doesn't look bad. I like bald men in general anyway, Patrick Stewart, Jonathan Goodwin...that cutie on Time Warp. But Cute Guy looked so CUTE with his hair. He's still cute but in a sort of...escaped convict sort of way.
I'll just have to ask his name next time he comes around. I had to ask the names of a couple others when they were hired on because no one introduces anybody to anyone around here. GOSH! I think I was taken around and introduced when I was first hired. What is the DEAL people? He just seems so quiet all the time I'm afraid his head might explode or something if I try talking to him directly.
I wrote some more yesterday. I didn't see how much though I know it was over a thousand words, maybe a couple thousand. I've been getting frustrated with myself the past few times I've pulled up the Samantha story to work on it. I've been forcing myself to work on it and it's irking me something fierce.
This story has been in the works the longest. Two years and six or seven months now. And it is getting extremely boooooring to me. I am bored with it and all I can think about is the infinite number of drafts I'll probably have to go through with it before I can be even remotely satisfied with it.
It's becoming work for me, work that I would rather avoid and that is not how it should be. I wanted to set it on fire last night because of how numb my brain has become to it. I don't know if I'm making it worse or better or if it's still just lame and will always remain so.
When I begin to feel like that about a project I'm working on I know I just need to cool it for a bit and set it aside for a little while and work on something else. Doing that again with this though just makes me feel like I will NEVER get anything finished even more so. It's getting frustrating and discouraging.
I don't even know why I do it anymore because of how pointless all of it seems.
I would have a lot more space in my bedroom if I just set fire to all of my notebooks and printed drafts anyway.