Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
Interesting thing happened the past day: the Internet at the house went down around midnight and nothing could get it back up until about thirty minutes ago.
Addiction, shmaddiction, there was a fucking address on Wednesday and I wanted to be a part of the awesome shitstorm that must've happened. For me the Fall TV Season began this just-past Thursday when Supernatural made a triumphant return that was heralded by the Twitter hash tag #Luciferiscoming (Fall TV officially begins when Jon and Stephen come back next week) and the opening month ends when CSI: Crime Scene Investigation debuts. Goddamn I had emails to check for, including something from my dad (and now I'm trying to figure out how to phrase the fuckery that's led to me writing the email to him in the first place because once again he deferred to my mom on finances). And now the Internet comes back just as the 8th anniversary of 9/11 begins.
My brother accused me of being the reason why the Internet went out - I mean, c'mon, I was here for a few days before it went haywire - but I like to think that the Internet simply has a vendetta against me. Cutting off my Internet on a Thursday? Really? REALLY?
A most peculiar Wednesday and Thursday, and now...Friday. September 11th.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
John 14:27
Salaam 'alaikum.
Yesterday I actually began writing A North by Northwesterly Wind again. I'm almost done with the 1st draft of my Supernatural fan fiction. I deleted all the music on my netbook to finally defrag the piece of shit. I renamed all my gifs & animations to make them easier to find.
I found some true gems in the process of relabeling. Here's a particular favorite of mine:
I'm sorry, there's this moment where Castiel slides his eyes over to Dean that just gets to me, y'know?
Addiction, shmaddiction, there was a fucking address on Wednesday and I wanted to be a part of the awesome shitstorm that must've happened. For me the Fall TV Season began this just-past Thursday when Supernatural made a triumphant return that was heralded by the Twitter hash tag #Luciferiscoming (Fall TV officially begins when Jon and Stephen come back next week) and the opening month ends when CSI: Crime Scene Investigation debuts. Goddamn I had emails to check for, including something from my dad (and now I'm trying to figure out how to phrase the fuckery that's led to me writing the email to him in the first place because once again he deferred to my mom on finances). And now the Internet comes back just as the 8th anniversary of 9/11 begins.
My brother accused me of being the reason why the Internet went out - I mean, c'mon, I was here for a few days before it went haywire - but I like to think that the Internet simply has a vendetta against me. Cutting off my Internet on a Thursday? Really? REALLY?
A most peculiar Wednesday and Thursday, and now...Friday. September 11th.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
John 14:27
Salaam 'alaikum.
Yesterday I actually began writing A North by Northwesterly Wind again. I'm almost done with the 1st draft of my Supernatural fan fiction. I deleted all the music on my netbook to finally defrag the piece of shit. I renamed all my gifs & animations to make them easier to find.
I found some true gems in the process of relabeling. Here's a particular favorite of mine:
I'm sorry, there's this moment where Castiel slides his eyes over to Dean that just gets to me, y'know?