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For being mostly night-owlish, I'm awfully tired tonight. Its maybe that I'm used to being up late, but not used to having to function-at-work whilst being up late, at least, not like I once was. Its only a two hour difference, but its kicking my ass tonight.
I scribbled around a lot at work tonight (drew a fuji!), and thankfully it was nice and slow and I actually made it up to chapter seven in Guilty Pleasures. Great book thus far, gots the zombies and the ghouls and the vamps, oh my! Speaking of zombies, Stephen got me the Zombie Survival Guide, I can't wait!
The scariest dreams I have any more don't usually involve the holocaust of the living dead or even any blood or slaughter or maiming or anything, oh no. The last scary dream I had, um, well, it was pretty damned mundane, but I could sing! Like, really really sing and do it well. Kind of amazing, I've always wished I could do that and usually end up telling myself be happy you can draw ok and forget the rest. Not exactly a scary sounding dream, but it was chalk full of creepy (and good singing.) Odd.
I told Stephen about the thing with the ring the other day. He thought it was funny, but he was like "Does that mean we're engaged now?" To which I said "No!," laughing, "Er, I don't know, maybe, weren't we sort of... no! I don't know!" Except that he did ask me to marry him once and I did say yes, sooo... I swear, you can't ask a girl something like that in bed, its just not fair.
Oi, So I got to work today and ends up there's a girl using the space during the morning shift. I don't mind desk sharing, but she has a TON Of pictures up, and I'm not just talking tacked to her half of the cubicle, I'm talking rows and rows of big bulky picture frames crowding her half of the desk. Most of them are pictures of her big blue eyed baby (GORGEOUS blue eyes, I swear, I'm jealous and I've GOT blue eyes) so I guess I can't begrudge her *that*. I was annoyed, though, the effect of so much clutter was mildy claustrophobic. I like to be able to actually USE my desk and not be in mortal fear of knocking over someone elses shit. I decided I'm going to put up pics on my side, and just to counter-balance all the cute crap on her side, I'm brining in... probably something involving zombies and definitely some Misfit pics and whatever other non-offensive yet slightly-morbid stuff I can find that will leave my desk uncluttered and yet perky if you're a member of Satan's Cheerleaders (its a movie, I'm not really a satanist OR a cheerleader, and have no ambition to be either). Yes, it sounds fun to me. Campy and evil, that's what I'm aiming for. It seems vain to put up any of my own drawings, but I might just sneak one in there anyway. Oooh, you know what I suddenly really want? I pic of Baby from House of 1000 Corpses. Yummy.
I didn't realize how much I missed a certain someone until she suckered me into writing with her again. I'd say more, but I'd come off sounding like a sentimental sappy idiot, and so I won't. :P
I'm going to bed
I scribbled around a lot at work tonight (drew a fuji!), and thankfully it was nice and slow and I actually made it up to chapter seven in Guilty Pleasures. Great book thus far, gots the zombies and the ghouls and the vamps, oh my! Speaking of zombies, Stephen got me the Zombie Survival Guide, I can't wait!
The scariest dreams I have any more don't usually involve the holocaust of the living dead or even any blood or slaughter or maiming or anything, oh no. The last scary dream I had, um, well, it was pretty damned mundane, but I could sing! Like, really really sing and do it well. Kind of amazing, I've always wished I could do that and usually end up telling myself be happy you can draw ok and forget the rest. Not exactly a scary sounding dream, but it was chalk full of creepy (and good singing.) Odd.
I told Stephen about the thing with the ring the other day. He thought it was funny, but he was like "Does that mean we're engaged now?" To which I said "No!," laughing, "Er, I don't know, maybe, weren't we sort of... no! I don't know!" Except that he did ask me to marry him once and I did say yes, sooo... I swear, you can't ask a girl something like that in bed, its just not fair.
Oi, So I got to work today and ends up there's a girl using the space during the morning shift. I don't mind desk sharing, but she has a TON Of pictures up, and I'm not just talking tacked to her half of the cubicle, I'm talking rows and rows of big bulky picture frames crowding her half of the desk. Most of them are pictures of her big blue eyed baby (GORGEOUS blue eyes, I swear, I'm jealous and I've GOT blue eyes) so I guess I can't begrudge her *that*. I was annoyed, though, the effect of so much clutter was mildy claustrophobic. I like to be able to actually USE my desk and not be in mortal fear of knocking over someone elses shit. I decided I'm going to put up pics on my side, and just to counter-balance all the cute crap on her side, I'm brining in... probably something involving zombies and definitely some Misfit pics and whatever other non-offensive yet slightly-morbid stuff I can find that will leave my desk uncluttered and yet perky if you're a member of Satan's Cheerleaders (its a movie, I'm not really a satanist OR a cheerleader, and have no ambition to be either). Yes, it sounds fun to me. Campy and evil, that's what I'm aiming for. It seems vain to put up any of my own drawings, but I might just sneak one in there anyway. Oooh, you know what I suddenly really want? I pic of Baby from House of 1000 Corpses. Yummy.
I didn't realize how much I missed a certain someone until she suckered me into writing with her again. I'd say more, but I'd come off sounding like a sentimental sappy idiot, and so I won't. :P
I'm going to bed