absolutely no objection
*yawn*
I went to bed at eleven last night, and fell asleep pretty quickly. I should not be all yawny and sleepy now, but I am. I just want to go home and go to bed. Why does life thwart me? Why can't I be independently wealthy so I can sleep my life away? Or avoid mornings before 10am anyway.
The weekend was busy. I need a weekend to recover from the weekend. And it's not slowing down for the next few weeks - there's my niece's 18th birthday party, M's wedding, and then youngest niece's birthday. Then Father's Day. And then hopefully a few weekends of peace and quiet before the Fourth, the graduation party, and my brother's and my birthdays.
The bachelorette party was fine. The most hilarious part was how my niece called me to find out if I was at the restaurant yet and I was like, "I'm still on the bus." And she was like, "The bus that's stopped at 28th street?" and I said, "Yes." And she said, "We're passing you!" And then they ended up going to the wrong address (they went to 24th and 1st instead of 24 1st Ave) so we met up again at 14th St, where I got off the bus and into the car for the rest of the trip.
And you'll all be happy to know I did in fact finally get a bra that works with my halter dress, so I am good to go for the wedding.
Why is work busy? It's a Monday morning. The phone should not be ringing off the hook at 9am before I've even had my bagel and coffee. Sigh.
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I posted a story yesterday:
Because It Is Bitter, and Because It Is My Heart
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; pg; 1,510 words
Sam knows this road.
I've wanted to use that title forever, and on Thursday morning, for some reason, I had the image of Sam in the desert, and the radio was playing "Riders on the Storm" and there were suddenly words, and, well. Story. Well, after I figured out why Sam was in the desert (and, hey, some actual mythological basis for it). I am also amused that when I was finishing it up, "A Horse with No Name" came on. It's entirely possible that if I hadn't already had the title picked out, I would have gone with something from that song.
And the poem that provided the title:
In the desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
~Stephen Crane
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Now I have one more story I want to finish before Thursday, when it will be totally jossed. I swear, Thursday is going to kill me. Oh, Sam. Oh, Dean. Oh, boys.
***
I went to bed at eleven last night, and fell asleep pretty quickly. I should not be all yawny and sleepy now, but I am. I just want to go home and go to bed. Why does life thwart me? Why can't I be independently wealthy so I can sleep my life away? Or avoid mornings before 10am anyway.
The weekend was busy. I need a weekend to recover from the weekend. And it's not slowing down for the next few weeks - there's my niece's 18th birthday party, M's wedding, and then youngest niece's birthday. Then Father's Day. And then hopefully a few weekends of peace and quiet before the Fourth, the graduation party, and my brother's and my birthdays.
The bachelorette party was fine. The most hilarious part was how my niece called me to find out if I was at the restaurant yet and I was like, "I'm still on the bus." And she was like, "The bus that's stopped at 28th street?" and I said, "Yes." And she said, "We're passing you!" And then they ended up going to the wrong address (they went to 24th and 1st instead of 24 1st Ave) so we met up again at 14th St, where I got off the bus and into the car for the rest of the trip.
And you'll all be happy to know I did in fact finally get a bra that works with my halter dress, so I am good to go for the wedding.
Why is work busy? It's a Monday morning. The phone should not be ringing off the hook at 9am before I've even had my bagel and coffee. Sigh.
***
I posted a story yesterday:
Because It Is Bitter, and Because It Is My Heart
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; pg; 1,510 words
Sam knows this road.
I've wanted to use that title forever, and on Thursday morning, for some reason, I had the image of Sam in the desert, and the radio was playing "Riders on the Storm" and there were suddenly words, and, well. Story. Well, after I figured out why Sam was in the desert (and, hey, some actual mythological basis for it). I am also amused that when I was finishing it up, "A Horse with No Name" came on. It's entirely possible that if I hadn't already had the title picked out, I would have gone with something from that song.
And the poem that provided the title:
In the desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
~Stephen Crane
***
Now I have one more story I want to finish before Thursday, when it will be totally jossed. I swear, Thursday is going to kill me. Oh, Sam. Oh, Dean. Oh, boys.
***