clap your hands if winter hates you
1. I finished the book today, and so in order to head off the inevitable bad mood (I don't know why this happens whenever I finish something but it does and the bigger the thing I finish the worse the mood, so a book = gloom hell) I was going to read The Hanging Tree in the pub with some mulled wine.
2. The pub was completely full because there were some wankstains having their Christmas party.
3. I couldn't think of anywhere else to go that wouldn't involve freezing myself to fuck trying to get there (ie. Starbucks in Muswell Hill) and would still be open (ie. Starbucks in Muswell Hill) so I came back home again.
4. I contemplated having a nice bath to read in but by the time I'd finished making dinner it was starting to get late and I'd promised Liza I was finally going to be home at a sane time so I could finish talking bollocks/writing Pantsgiving fic at her.
5. Liza not on FB chat.
6. Tablet refusing to charge.
7. Spent a while sorting out some vague thoughts I'd had about a future book while still writing the other one but of course the second I finished writing these procrastination brainwaves disintegrated into hot fucking air and I am no more the wiser than I was before.
8. My tablet is still not fucking charging.
OK OK OK
Tomorrow I got to the talk on the Archaeology of the Arab Revolt (IE: "How we figured out Lawrence wasn't fucking with us and those things he said happened did actually happen IDK why we totally refused to take him at his word but there we go") and I spend the REST of the day somewhere nice reading The Hanging Tree so I stop having to avoid people's blogs like I have been for nearly a month trying to stay away from spoilers (And mostly succeeding). It will be better. I do not have to throw myself into Real Life again until Friday night (work starts again) when I will start editing Heavy (urguhi uhvsovd;hs) or rather doing an editing read-through.
And it's not even proper real life anyway, it's December real life, I have two more days off before Christmas, it
ugh
I don't want to do this
Bleargh
2. The pub was completely full because there were some wankstains having their Christmas party.
3. I couldn't think of anywhere else to go that wouldn't involve freezing myself to fuck trying to get there (ie. Starbucks in Muswell Hill) and would still be open (ie. Starbucks in Muswell Hill) so I came back home again.
4. I contemplated having a nice bath to read in but by the time I'd finished making dinner it was starting to get late and I'd promised Liza I was finally going to be home at a sane time so I could finish talking bollocks/writing Pantsgiving fic at her.
5. Liza not on FB chat.
6. Tablet refusing to charge.
7. Spent a while sorting out some vague thoughts I'd had about a future book while still writing the other one but of course the second I finished writing these procrastination brainwaves disintegrated into hot fucking air and I am no more the wiser than I was before.
8. My tablet is still not fucking charging.
OK OK OK
Tomorrow I got to the talk on the Archaeology of the Arab Revolt (IE: "How we figured out Lawrence wasn't fucking with us and those things he said happened did actually happen IDK why we totally refused to take him at his word but there we go") and I spend the REST of the day somewhere nice reading The Hanging Tree so I stop having to avoid people's blogs like I have been for nearly a month trying to stay away from spoilers (And mostly succeeding). It will be better. I do not have to throw myself into Real Life again until Friday night (work starts again) when I will start editing Heavy (urguhi uhvsovd;hs) or rather doing an editing read-through.
And it's not even proper real life anyway, it's December real life, I have two more days off before Christmas, it
ugh
I don't want to do this
Bleargh