My brain, like Elvis, has left the building
It's Sunday evening. Megan has the Beauty and the Beast Enchanted Christmas straight-to-DVD on downstairs. I've caught up as much as I can on my LJ stuff. We packed more boxes for the big move. I started reading an actual paper book for a change (although I'm also reading Officers Club on my tiny phone screen between things). My brain is mush and I'm tired. I have a story to write by Friday. I get to go back to a hugely escalated issue at work that I'm in charge of resolving. I had a new idea for a BSG story today (I need more ideas like I need something I don't actually need) because of the not the end of the worlds topic at no_takebacks. I have no motivation.
Oh, and the Celtics had better get their stuff together for tonight's game. Maybe if I put my writing notebook next to me, they'll win. Or, I'll just write. Win-win for me, I guess.
Oh, and the Celtics had better get their stuff together for tonight's game. Maybe if I put my writing notebook next to me, they'll win. Or, I'll just write. Win-win for me, I guess.