elementary, my dear...
Frick. Frick frickity frick. So. Life. And whatnot. Tis a new year, and furthermore, tis nearly three in the morning. Not a creature was stirring, except for two cats and a crazy girl in the basement with a bathrobe over her jeans and t-shirt. The bathrobe is purple, with penguins on it. It's fuzzy. Very warm. But I digress.
I'm more or less writer-blocked, once again. And I've spent my day dealing with the bursar's office and the financial aid office and the offices of whoever the hell wants to take money that I don't have in order to fund my college education. And I'm bleeding, though that has little to do with the financial aid, nor the writer's block. Mostly it has to do with my cat.
I'm kind of tired. But I've only been awake for thirteen hours.
I kind of feel like reading Sherlock Holmes. Wonder if the library could accommodate my needs...
I finally watched Serenity the day before yesterday. It was a wicked-sweet movie. Except for that one part in which Joss Whedon, Indiscriminate Killer of People, took out Wash. Sigh. That man really needs to stop killing characters. Except that he can't, for it is what makes him Joss. Alas! I feel like watching Firefly. Or Angel. Or both. We shall see. Maybe I'll just make devious plans to someday go to ComicCon...
Or maybe I'll watch Firefly and Angel while reading Holmes novels. A-ha! How ingenious...
I'm so very not looking forward to going back to school on Monday. Feh. Screw that, man.
This makes so very little sense. I might need to get some sleep. Before I become irreversibly nocturnal. Sleeping from 6 am to 3 pm isn't really all that helpful to someone who isn't a vampire.
Maybe I should become a vampire.
The mirror's not working.
Sleeptime.
I feel somehow isolated...
I'm more or less writer-blocked, once again. And I've spent my day dealing with the bursar's office and the financial aid office and the offices of whoever the hell wants to take money that I don't have in order to fund my college education. And I'm bleeding, though that has little to do with the financial aid, nor the writer's block. Mostly it has to do with my cat.
I'm kind of tired. But I've only been awake for thirteen hours.
I kind of feel like reading Sherlock Holmes. Wonder if the library could accommodate my needs...
I finally watched Serenity the day before yesterday. It was a wicked-sweet movie. Except for that one part in which Joss Whedon, Indiscriminate Killer of People, took out Wash. Sigh. That man really needs to stop killing characters. Except that he can't, for it is what makes him Joss. Alas! I feel like watching Firefly. Or Angel. Or both. We shall see. Maybe I'll just make devious plans to someday go to ComicCon...
Or maybe I'll watch Firefly and Angel while reading Holmes novels. A-ha! How ingenious...
I'm so very not looking forward to going back to school on Monday. Feh. Screw that, man.
This makes so very little sense. I might need to get some sleep. Before I become irreversibly nocturnal. Sleeping from 6 am to 3 pm isn't really all that helpful to someone who isn't a vampire.
Maybe I should become a vampire.
The mirror's not working.
Sleeptime.
I feel somehow isolated...