My wrist hurts again.
So, now that we’re halfway through the month of November and I don’t feel like suddenly actually committing to getting 50k words out of myself by the end of the month, I have suddenly come up with exactly what I am going to do for next year. Maybe I can come up with something slightly less hilariously lame. We shall see. I HOPE I DO NOT FORGET BECAUSE it made me giggle at the sheer idiocy of it. I have made a note to myself, but who’s to say if I’ll remember it’s there, or that I won’t lose it somehow, or… whatever.
I was maybe stupid enough to tell my manager I’m totally able to work Thanksgiving. Uuh. Self, what. At least I’ll get out at 3 instead of when it is DARK AND COLD AND DINNER IS OVER. And, according to my brother, who has worked for the same store (well, same chain, different location. Where I used to work), Thanksgiving day itself is actually pretty slow. Probably because everyone’s busy cooking.
In entirely unrelated news, the ending of Final Fantasy X still makes me do that weird thing where your eyes are leaking but you aren’t really crying? Except then the credits start rolling and I don’t have to watch anything anymore and then I kind of do cry a bit. I know I wrote a memo to myself regarding watching things that will make me cry shortly after cleaning my glasses, mostly concluding that I should not do this. I WILL NEVER LEARN.
I was going to beat it last night, but when I went to tell Aniko to STAY OUT OF THE ROOM because, you know, spoilers, it somehow came around to me starting a new file. But no such thing happened tonight and it's kind of like Ecco in that once I get the idea in my head that I need to play it, I can't get it back out until I remember exactly how it hurts me. (This is Dissidia's fault, though. How dare you use the musical cues, game?! Ecco is almost always entirely my own doing.)
Man, also, at work this evening I suddenly had an awesome idea for something to write (not the NaNo thing, that’s actually a day or two old), but by the time I had finished walking home I’d talked myself out of it. I can’t quite bring myself to say it’s a terrible idea, simply because it amuses me, and while I won’t deny at all that my sense of humor is questionable at best, it is hard to dislike something that genuinely entertains you, isn’t it?
Part of the problem might be that it was FFVIII-related, and I am ridiculously intimidated by the idea of even writing, never mind actually posting, anything about it. And I worry a lot about getting everyone wrong, because mostly I either don’t relate to them at all (personality-wise, I mean) and so wonder if I’m really doing them any justice, or because I relate to them entirely too much and then I wonder if I’m projecting. And my brain is really addled from LIFE these days and I can't remember if canon is as ambiguous as I'm coming up with or if anything is actually established. And I can't be bothered to go looking because don't wanna, though it could possibly give me a "BUT IT GOES AGAINST CANON" excuse, because of course AU fic is entirely out of the question. Of course. uurgh.
I was maybe stupid enough to tell my manager I’m totally able to work Thanksgiving. Uuh. Self, what. At least I’ll get out at 3 instead of when it is DARK AND COLD AND DINNER IS OVER. And, according to my brother, who has worked for the same store (well, same chain, different location. Where I used to work), Thanksgiving day itself is actually pretty slow. Probably because everyone’s busy cooking.
In entirely unrelated news, the ending of Final Fantasy X still makes me do that weird thing where your eyes are leaking but you aren’t really crying? Except then the credits start rolling and I don’t have to watch anything anymore and then I kind of do cry a bit. I know I wrote a memo to myself regarding watching things that will make me cry shortly after cleaning my glasses, mostly concluding that I should not do this. I WILL NEVER LEARN.
I was going to beat it last night, but when I went to tell Aniko to STAY OUT OF THE ROOM because, you know, spoilers, it somehow came around to me starting a new file. But no such thing happened tonight and it's kind of like Ecco in that once I get the idea in my head that I need to play it, I can't get it back out until I remember exactly how it hurts me. (This is Dissidia's fault, though. How dare you use the musical cues, game?! Ecco is almost always entirely my own doing.)
Man, also, at work this evening I suddenly had an awesome idea for something to write (not the NaNo thing, that’s actually a day or two old), but by the time I had finished walking home I’d talked myself out of it. I can’t quite bring myself to say it’s a terrible idea, simply because it amuses me, and while I won’t deny at all that my sense of humor is questionable at best, it is hard to dislike something that genuinely entertains you, isn’t it?
Part of the problem might be that it was FFVIII-related, and I am ridiculously intimidated by the idea of even writing, never mind actually posting, anything about it. And I worry a lot about getting everyone wrong, because mostly I either don’t relate to them at all (personality-wise, I mean) and so wonder if I’m really doing them any justice, or because I relate to them entirely too much and then I wonder if I’m projecting. And my brain is really addled from LIFE these days and I can't remember if canon is as ambiguous as I'm coming up with or if anything is actually established. And I can't be bothered to go looking because don't wanna, though it could possibly give me a "BUT IT GOES AGAINST CANON" excuse, because of course AU fic is entirely out of the question. Of course. uurgh.