Transitionary Period... Ugh.
Holidays in the middle of the week... who thought up this nonsense?
I started the week in agony, mostly physically, which led to some fun mental and emotional anguish I was wholly unprepared for. Joyous.
I'm ending the week, not on a high, but with a bit more equilibrium and, for some unknown reason (considering I barely slept the past few nights), a more positive outlook. Despite the fact that little has changed with circumstances, or my body's rebelling. In fact today my body decided to go full Alien on me and cause feelings that some horrible creature was lurking in my innards trying to claw its way out. Thanks, female anatomy!
Still, the fourth was pretty chill and fun. Hung out with my dicks and some other peeps at Chez Sayaan and ate way too much food. Last night I got to finally get together with one of my writing buddies and had a solid writing date. Additionally, we're doing one next week. She also asked me to be a part of a new series of online chats she's hosting to connect people to all areas of the arts. I have no idea what she wants me to talk about, and the prospect of going on camera to discuss writing, theatre, movies, and such terrifies me. Yet if Imma be a Big Girl Writer some day, I need to get used to some type of exposure, no matter how small an audience there is.
Random Movie Observation: Ladyhawke was on BBCA when I got home last night, and I watched most of it. That is a damn good movie. It suffers from a wretched score and some low-budget effects, and yet somehow as absurd as the story and cast combination are, they work. And when Phillippe is left tied up by Navarre and asks Isabeau the next morning to untie him and keeps saying, "please..." Me = melt. I adore me some Baby!Broderick.
Dick Donner, I sometimes forget how awesome you are.
I started the week in agony, mostly physically, which led to some fun mental and emotional anguish I was wholly unprepared for. Joyous.
I'm ending the week, not on a high, but with a bit more equilibrium and, for some unknown reason (considering I barely slept the past few nights), a more positive outlook. Despite the fact that little has changed with circumstances, or my body's rebelling. In fact today my body decided to go full Alien on me and cause feelings that some horrible creature was lurking in my innards trying to claw its way out. Thanks, female anatomy!
Still, the fourth was pretty chill and fun. Hung out with my dicks and some other peeps at Chez Sayaan and ate way too much food. Last night I got to finally get together with one of my writing buddies and had a solid writing date. Additionally, we're doing one next week. She also asked me to be a part of a new series of online chats she's hosting to connect people to all areas of the arts. I have no idea what she wants me to talk about, and the prospect of going on camera to discuss writing, theatre, movies, and such terrifies me. Yet if Imma be a Big Girl Writer some day, I need to get used to some type of exposure, no matter how small an audience there is.
Random Movie Observation: Ladyhawke was on BBCA when I got home last night, and I watched most of it. That is a damn good movie. It suffers from a wretched score and some low-budget effects, and yet somehow as absurd as the story and cast combination are, they work. And when Phillippe is left tied up by Navarre and asks Isabeau the next morning to untie him and keeps saying, "please..." Me = melt. I adore me some Baby!Broderick.
Dick Donner, I sometimes forget how awesome you are.