Psycadelic Catharsis
Well, it's finally finished. My drama project is over and done with (with my partner and I not on speaking terms, I'll have everyone note) and it feels amazing. All that energy that's been buzzing around me for the past week has finally been pushed into the universe again, and I feel great. I got home from my performance (and an excellent lunch with my father, Jon, Bailey and Karen) and immediately passed out. Slept almost three hours, because I was just so drained once it was all done. It's good, though. I feel great now. And after looking over my notes for my Philosophy exam tomorrow, I feel pretty damn good about that as well. Go me!
That's all I have to say. I'm working on another short for my game (this one is also slash, but I swear that the next one will be het... you know, for you freaks who read that sort of thing) and then I think I might go on to working on my novel again. If my drama class gave me anything, it was perspective on my writing.
Random Slash Thought: Why does everyone refer to Orlando Bloom as 'Orli'... even during orgasm?
That's all I have to say. I'm working on another short for my game (this one is also slash, but I swear that the next one will be het... you know, for you freaks who read that sort of thing) and then I think I might go on to working on my novel again. If my drama class gave me anything, it was perspective on my writing.
Random Slash Thought: Why does everyone refer to Orlando Bloom as 'Orli'... even during orgasm?