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I am so fucking bored. Seriously. I'm looking at the wall thinking "you know what would be really interesting? if this paint was WET. Yeah, because then I could watch the paint dry. As it is, I'm just watching paint. Period.
I finished the book I was reading two hours ago. I can't be fucked stitching together climactic/pivotal scenes of current writing 'thing'/monster/'why the fuck did I start this anyway?'. Can't really continue with workshop plans until I have a co-tutor and Lindsay is, as usual, incommunicado. Which is a fucking pain in the arse becasue he's what I need in a tutor for this fucker - piano playing actor. And a good one.
Add to that that I am SUPPOSED to be in bowral sipping wine, nibbling on cheese and watching my GODDESS (well, DemiGoddess, Tori still wears the crown) in vineyard serenade me with her tortured musings. Except that Uncle Nod FUCKED UP. *GRR*
And mother and Step-Father-Paul have decided that NOW is a really good time to tear eachother's throats out. Or, at least, barely refrain from doing so.
I find boredom a very volatile state of being. Because it's almost depression, almost anger, almost contenment and almost stillness. But not quite any of them. And if you have slight inclination towards one of those states, it's very difficult to resist it taking you over if only to relieve the monotony, which would not be such a bad thing if you were inclined to the latter two. I am not.
In with light *BREATHE* ahhhhhh
I finished the book I was reading two hours ago. I can't be fucked stitching together climactic/pivotal scenes of current writing 'thing'/monster/'why the fuck did I start this anyway?'. Can't really continue with workshop plans until I have a co-tutor and Lindsay is, as usual, incommunicado. Which is a fucking pain in the arse becasue he's what I need in a tutor for this fucker - piano playing actor. And a good one.
Add to that that I am SUPPOSED to be in bowral sipping wine, nibbling on cheese and watching my GODDESS (well, DemiGoddess, Tori still wears the crown) in vineyard serenade me with her tortured musings. Except that Uncle Nod FUCKED UP. *GRR*
And mother and Step-Father-Paul have decided that NOW is a really good time to tear eachother's throats out. Or, at least, barely refrain from doing so.
I find boredom a very volatile state of being. Because it's almost depression, almost anger, almost contenment and almost stillness. But not quite any of them. And if you have slight inclination towards one of those states, it's very difficult to resist it taking you over if only to relieve the monotony, which would not be such a bad thing if you were inclined to the latter two. I am not.
In with light *BREATHE* ahhhhhh