Night of the Fuzzy Brain
I had high hopes for tonight, writing-wise.
There was some extra time before the night's "required" TV watching (Lost and Invasion, Veronica Mars was a rerun). That's time I could use to dig deeper into the full definition of a crush I've been promising. Or time to crank out the reviews of a couple of movies I've seen on DVD lately (Six String Samurai and Immortal). Maybe even enough "extra" time to play with some graphic ideas for my book.
Did I do any of that? Nope.
Instead, I found myself reading. Digging through other people's journal posts, catching that article out of my stack of magazines that I've been meaning to read for a couple of weeks now, finding interesting tidbits on the concept of flow and interaction modeling that fit in well with what I'm building at work.
Reading. Absorbing new information to add to my already overflowing brain. My fuzzy, fuzzy brain.
I haven't gotten to bed early enough all week. I don't even hit my mental stride until just a few hours before I'm supposed to be asleep. I've been pushing things a bit, trying to squeeze in some extra productivity when I should be on my way to bed. By mid-week, that usually catches up with me.
It's mid-week. And while I fought (and succeeded) to keep focused on Lost, my attention wavered by the time a call from a friend interrupted Invasion. The call ended a few minutes later, but my concentration was already fading fast.
Before I put fingers to keys for this entry, I found myself in a dead doze, head thrown uncomfortably over the low back of my couch. My neck pulling oddly on the strain in my back, earned this morning as I hit a patch of ice on the way to my car, adding more to the distraction and lack of focus.
I should sleep. And then, tomorrow, I will be able to write what I should.
There was some extra time before the night's "required" TV watching (Lost and Invasion, Veronica Mars was a rerun). That's time I could use to dig deeper into the full definition of a crush I've been promising. Or time to crank out the reviews of a couple of movies I've seen on DVD lately (Six String Samurai and Immortal). Maybe even enough "extra" time to play with some graphic ideas for my book.
Did I do any of that? Nope.
Instead, I found myself reading. Digging through other people's journal posts, catching that article out of my stack of magazines that I've been meaning to read for a couple of weeks now, finding interesting tidbits on the concept of flow and interaction modeling that fit in well with what I'm building at work.
Reading. Absorbing new information to add to my already overflowing brain. My fuzzy, fuzzy brain.
I haven't gotten to bed early enough all week. I don't even hit my mental stride until just a few hours before I'm supposed to be asleep. I've been pushing things a bit, trying to squeeze in some extra productivity when I should be on my way to bed. By mid-week, that usually catches up with me.
It's mid-week. And while I fought (and succeeded) to keep focused on Lost, my attention wavered by the time a call from a friend interrupted Invasion. The call ended a few minutes later, but my concentration was already fading fast.
Before I put fingers to keys for this entry, I found myself in a dead doze, head thrown uncomfortably over the low back of my couch. My neck pulling oddly on the strain in my back, earned this morning as I hit a patch of ice on the way to my car, adding more to the distraction and lack of focus.
I should sleep. And then, tomorrow, I will be able to write what I should.