Lazy Sunday
I actually had Sunday off. I haven't had one of those that was not-me-being-in-TN since, um, August? I think there might have been one other time, but, wow, amazing. I slept like you wouldn't even believe. I was utterly lazy. Never managed to get dressed. Ate garlic bread for breakfast (I never claimed to be normal) and watched trashy-tv until the Jets-Pats game started. Which, you know, family pride states I must say "GO JETS!" I am now watching the Golden Globes for the trainwreck factor.
I might be going up to Boone this week. My friend has to go up there for a possible meeting either Wed or Friday, so depending on if the meeting goes through and I'm not working, it'll be a quick trip to the mountains. I haven't been to Boone in years, so I'm kind of hoping everything works out.
Took a break from anything creative-like these past few days. Mostly b/c worked kicked my ass. (Yesterday I basically worked 9 hours and didn't get my lunch until 1.5 hours before I was supposed to leave. My break was four hours before that, so, yeah, I couldn't remember my own NAME by the time the shift was over.)It also didn't help that I came home and stayed up until 2am b/c that's when FX just happened to run its Justified marathon.
Right now I would rage about the bullshit that is the Golden Globes and the HFPA, but I've been pissed at those bastards since the noms come out and there were none for the cast of The Pacific. The lack of noms for the mini-series in general annoys me. This is pushing my meta post on The Pacific even more. Look, I'm sorry you have to watch it at least twice to get the full impact, but once you get that, holy shit does it resonate.
*ahem* Sorry, the bitterness was welling up over the past few hours. But, you know, yay for Jim Parsons.
I'm now going to listen to far too much Dierks, b/c at this point, Hillbilly Jones Fanmix Part Three is basically my favorite Dierks Bentley songs with some Gary Allan thrown in there. And do some writing. I think I shall go with the ridic au, since it's my happy place of Lip as a popstar and Speirs as a wine-sipping liberal commie dicksuck gallery owner. Or something like that.
I might be going up to Boone this week. My friend has to go up there for a possible meeting either Wed or Friday, so depending on if the meeting goes through and I'm not working, it'll be a quick trip to the mountains. I haven't been to Boone in years, so I'm kind of hoping everything works out.
Took a break from anything creative-like these past few days. Mostly b/c worked kicked my ass. (Yesterday I basically worked 9 hours and didn't get my lunch until 1.5 hours before I was supposed to leave. My break was four hours before that, so, yeah, I couldn't remember my own NAME by the time the shift was over.)It also didn't help that I came home and stayed up until 2am b/c that's when FX just happened to run its Justified marathon.
Right now I would rage about the bullshit that is the Golden Globes and the HFPA, but I've been pissed at those bastards since the noms come out and there were none for the cast of The Pacific. The lack of noms for the mini-series in general annoys me. This is pushing my meta post on The Pacific even more. Look, I'm sorry you have to watch it at least twice to get the full impact, but once you get that, holy shit does it resonate.
*ahem* Sorry, the bitterness was welling up over the past few hours. But, you know, yay for Jim Parsons.
I'm now going to listen to far too much Dierks, b/c at this point, Hillbilly Jones Fanmix Part Three is basically my favorite Dierks Bentley songs with some Gary Allan thrown in there. And do some writing. I think I shall go with the ridic au, since it's my happy place of Lip as a popstar and Speirs as a wine-sipping liberal commie dicksuck gallery owner. Or something like that.