It's rhetorical.
Why do I only feel the urge to write when I have other things to do? I finished reading a book that I'm using as a bit of a guide/example, and I'm all wanting to write my own now. But ... I need to proofread Victoria's script on the double, and tomorrow (well, later today) I'll be hanging with the groovy Sab/Punk/Pene/august combo.
I also need to get packing, literally, for my move. I have lots of furniture, junk, lunchboxes, videos, crap, and stuff in general. Soon I'll be on the box hunt. I need to buy paint. And pay bills. And give notice to my landlord. And file a change-of-address form with the post office. And do all that gas company/phone company/electric company stuff. And look for a new cable modem or DSL provider; since MediaOne (soon attbi.com) doesn't service my new pad, I must now deal with the loss of e-mail addresses that are *everywhere* -- on mailing lists and stories and at all those online shopping places. I'm gonna have to remember a lot of passwords now. Sigh.
But you know what? As convenient as I thought it would be to live around the corner from the post office,I won't miss them and their four a.m. clanging One Damn Bit.
Speaking of the four a.m. clanging, I think I'll try going (back) to bed in hopes of being asleep before the clanging starts, since I can sleep through it if I'm already asleep, but can't fall asleep if I'm awake when it begins.
I hope everyone had a satisfactory Valentine's Day. Mine was spent crampy, crabby, and alone, and yet it was strangely non-traumatic, so it wasn't the Worst V-Day ever or anything. And oh damn, I forgot to tape "The Vagina Monologues" on HBO tonight... but I assume it will rerun. I'd like to have that on tape; some good stuff there. When I saw the show, it was celebrity-laden, but the HBO version is the Eve Ensler one-woman version. She's pretty dang cool from what I know, so I'm interested to see it.
I also need to get packing, literally, for my move. I have lots of furniture, junk, lunchboxes, videos, crap, and stuff in general. Soon I'll be on the box hunt. I need to buy paint. And pay bills. And give notice to my landlord. And file a change-of-address form with the post office. And do all that gas company/phone company/electric company stuff. And look for a new cable modem or DSL provider; since MediaOne (soon attbi.com) doesn't service my new pad, I must now deal with the loss of e-mail addresses that are *everywhere* -- on mailing lists and stories and at all those online shopping places. I'm gonna have to remember a lot of passwords now. Sigh.
But you know what? As convenient as I thought it would be to live around the corner from the post office,I won't miss them and their four a.m. clanging One Damn Bit.
Speaking of the four a.m. clanging, I think I'll try going (back) to bed in hopes of being asleep before the clanging starts, since I can sleep through it if I'm already asleep, but can't fall asleep if I'm awake when it begins.
I hope everyone had a satisfactory Valentine's Day. Mine was spent crampy, crabby, and alone, and yet it was strangely non-traumatic, so it wasn't the Worst V-Day ever or anything. And oh damn, I forgot to tape "The Vagina Monologues" on HBO tonight... but I assume it will rerun. I'd like to have that on tape; some good stuff there. When I saw the show, it was celebrity-laden, but the HBO version is the Eve Ensler one-woman version. She's pretty dang cool from what I know, so I'm interested to see it.