off days and days off
The cat, poor Ellipsis, just rolled off the back of the futon in her sleep. Which was, of course, nothing short of comedy gold. Then, not five minutes later as she settled into my lap and tried to regain her dignity, she stretched and, misjudging my leg's width, tumbled off again. It's not her day. It's not mine either.
Am I going stir crazy? Oh, it's possible.
I seem to be mildly at odds with many people in my life right now. No out-and-out fights (well, one, sort of), but a number of relationships with more tension and less patience and pleasantness than normal. Another thing? I think all these slightly strained friendships? All with women.
I'm doing it wrong. No doubt about it. Maybe it's too much time cooped up in the house. Don't know. Too much work/sleep/work? The frustration of having a project not leap off the ground (even though it's rolling along very smoothly, despite not having a locked-down shoot date, so I shouldn't be complaining)? Bad diet and no exercise?
I didn't work today. I barely worked yesterday. I don't know if I work tomorrow. I guess I find out in the morning, with little or no notice. That's not ideal, but it's not like I have anything else going on. If I don't, though, I need to get my ass in gear doing... something. When you get days off you're supposed to use them, right?
Tonight: I'm sinking deep into Season 4 of Lost. It's reasonably awesome still, though not without its imperfections (like Jack, the walking, talking, sneering, arguing plot device, there to act stupid and irrational in very specific ways so as to keep the story moving just right).
And I think the cat just farted.
Am I going stir crazy? Oh, it's possible.
I seem to be mildly at odds with many people in my life right now. No out-and-out fights (well, one, sort of), but a number of relationships with more tension and less patience and pleasantness than normal. Another thing? I think all these slightly strained friendships? All with women.
I'm doing it wrong. No doubt about it. Maybe it's too much time cooped up in the house. Don't know. Too much work/sleep/work? The frustration of having a project not leap off the ground (even though it's rolling along very smoothly, despite not having a locked-down shoot date, so I shouldn't be complaining)? Bad diet and no exercise?
I didn't work today. I barely worked yesterday. I don't know if I work tomorrow. I guess I find out in the morning, with little or no notice. That's not ideal, but it's not like I have anything else going on. If I don't, though, I need to get my ass in gear doing... something. When you get days off you're supposed to use them, right?
Tonight: I'm sinking deep into Season 4 of Lost. It's reasonably awesome still, though not without its imperfections (like Jack, the walking, talking, sneering, arguing plot device, there to act stupid and irrational in very specific ways so as to keep the story moving just right).
And I think the cat just farted.