Sick through finals: the recipe for a good time.
I don't update this much, do I? Ah, well. Nothing big has happened. Not really any huge change in my life. No shift in power. No sudden realization or reinventing of my personality or looks. Nothing new written (my greatest disappointment). The more my social life picks up the less creativity I seem to have, which just goes to show that if you're a writer you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't.
Finals week is over. Hooray. Back to school on Monday, and hello Mr. Play today and tomorrow. I'll be so relieved when all of this is over because I haven't had a break since September, really, minus Winter Break. Counting the days I went home at the regular time: maybe 6 days I clocked out at 3 since the beginning of the school year.
But when the play is over, I'll have all of Febuary to just crash... But it seems that whenever I have the opportunity to have a life, no one else does. Shame. Well, I guess I'll be writing next month. A lot.
Slowly, I've realized that in order to survive, I'll need chaos. Just give me really long eventful days for about three months, then two weeks of a break, and for the rest of my life I'll happily work like that.
Fighting a cold. Can't tell if I'm winning or losing. Well, right now, my observations that are in the witty or overal interesting category are few and far between, because my energy has been entirely focused upon making it through the weekend. I promise I'll be clever again... I hope.
Anyone noticed how organized you have to be just to have a playdate nowadays? It used to be a very easy thing: you ask your parents, and then you play. Now you have your own damn schedule to deal with.
So far, my efforts to create the Bongomelon have been futile. I guess all fruits have already been named, and it's for the better. Bongomelon, we hardly knew ye.
Finals week is over. Hooray. Back to school on Monday, and hello Mr. Play today and tomorrow. I'll be so relieved when all of this is over because I haven't had a break since September, really, minus Winter Break. Counting the days I went home at the regular time: maybe 6 days I clocked out at 3 since the beginning of the school year.
But when the play is over, I'll have all of Febuary to just crash... But it seems that whenever I have the opportunity to have a life, no one else does. Shame. Well, I guess I'll be writing next month. A lot.
Slowly, I've realized that in order to survive, I'll need chaos. Just give me really long eventful days for about three months, then two weeks of a break, and for the rest of my life I'll happily work like that.
Fighting a cold. Can't tell if I'm winning or losing. Well, right now, my observations that are in the witty or overal interesting category are few and far between, because my energy has been entirely focused upon making it through the weekend. I promise I'll be clever again... I hope.
Anyone noticed how organized you have to be just to have a playdate nowadays? It used to be a very easy thing: you ask your parents, and then you play. Now you have your own damn schedule to deal with.
So far, my efforts to create the Bongomelon have been futile. I guess all fruits have already been named, and it's for the better. Bongomelon, we hardly knew ye.