Just some stuff
I stayed up wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too late last night talking with a friend who is working out some issues. It's left me fucked up. I cannot seem to be able to sleep once the sun is up. So, naturally, after just five hours of sleep, I shot awake.
This has left me brain-dead and exhausted. It's now 3:15 PM, and I've blown off my entire day. I'll blow off my entire night, too, I'm sure. This sucks.
I cooked breakfast: corned beef hash, eggs, toast, coffee. I read the newspaper.
I watched Jurassic Park for the first time in probably a decade. It holds up quite well. I can see where repeated viewing would be annoying. But I'm increasingly impressed with Laura Dern's acting, and never understood why she never broke out as a huge star. She wins awards, she is continually acting. But...
In the past month, I've re-read Barbara Tuchman's The Guns of August, Agatha Christie's Funerals Are Fatal (for the zillionth time), John Taliaferro's Charles M. Russell: The Life and Legend of America's Great Cowboy Artist, and three gay YA novels: Malinda Lo's Huntress, Bil Wright's Putting Makeup on the Fat Boy, and Patrick Ryan's Gemini Bites.
I'm depressed because they can't figure out what's wrong with my foot, and I'm still locked in my soft cast. I've lost my whole summer, and probably will lose my fall as well. This sucks.
This has left me brain-dead and exhausted. It's now 3:15 PM, and I've blown off my entire day. I'll blow off my entire night, too, I'm sure. This sucks.
I cooked breakfast: corned beef hash, eggs, toast, coffee. I read the newspaper.
I watched Jurassic Park for the first time in probably a decade. It holds up quite well. I can see where repeated viewing would be annoying. But I'm increasingly impressed with Laura Dern's acting, and never understood why she never broke out as a huge star. She wins awards, she is continually acting. But...
In the past month, I've re-read Barbara Tuchman's The Guns of August, Agatha Christie's Funerals Are Fatal (for the zillionth time), John Taliaferro's Charles M. Russell: The Life and Legend of America's Great Cowboy Artist, and three gay YA novels: Malinda Lo's Huntress, Bil Wright's Putting Makeup on the Fat Boy, and Patrick Ryan's Gemini Bites.
I'm depressed because they can't figure out what's wrong with my foot, and I'm still locked in my soft cast. I've lost my whole summer, and probably will lose my fall as well. This sucks.