Most of the time I don't care. The rest of the time I wonder why I don't care. I used to care. In fact, a large percentage of my time and energy was devoted to caring. Oh, well. I guess nervous breakdowns do funny things to people.

1. Starving sucks. This one is a gimme. No one likes to starve.
2. Which is nothing compared to the obsession over every ( Read more... )

Forget the meaning of life, confirmation of the existence of God, or the significance of the number 117.

What  I really want to know is this:

Why on earth can't a man change the vacuum bag?

What are our learned men save the descendants of witches and hermits who crouched in caves and in woods brewing herbs, interrogating shrew-mice and writing down the language of the stars?

--Virginia Woolf,
The Mark on the Wall

Okay, Catherine. Take deep breaths. Really deeeeeep calming breaths. Okay ( Read more... )

You know, where it feels like everything that comes out of your mind is complete and utter shit? Like you couldn't write your way out of a paper bag?
Having one. Another one. Had one yesterday, too. Meh.
This is a good old-fashioned whinge. So feel free to ignore.
(I'm so blaming this on Suttree-hangover.)

I have no idea what's going on in this novel. I thought I knew, but once again I find myself backhanded by the obstinate truth. (And trust me, this whole backhanding thing is way more fun when the truth is in someone else's hand. When it's in your own you just feel sort of redundant and stupid.) In the immortal words of Lucinda Williams, Everything ( Read more... )

Fucking goddamned password on my fucking goddamned Windows fucking XP (on my fucking laptop) expired. Now I need to change the password. Problem is, I don't know the old password. My fucking dipshit brother forgot to give me that fucking information.

FUCK!

And I have an unfinished scene sitting on that fucking hard drive. That I fucking can't get to ( Read more... )

Ugh. Being a woman in somewhat trying at times. Though I suppose I'd rather be bleeding than pregnant.

On to the point of this:

I was out walking tonight (I still can't run...being able to walk a whole hour is terribly exciting for me!), listening to the characters bitch in my head:

James: "My goodness! Men of this day and age, they're pigs all to a ( Read more... )