What Are You Doing?

Bed.

Got 792 words farther.

 

Trying to wrap my mind around the geometry of this.

 

Just found out I may have a 6 year old daughter. So right now I'm trying to figure that out and pricing DNA kits.

 

Crikey

 

Tell her to buy her own fukkung kit.

 

Learning the myriad of differences between American and British ways of living. Now I feel guilty for what I will be inflicting on CT.

 

Comes preinstalled.

With her allowance money or?


Sitting down digesting my dinner, wondering when the water line`s gonna get fixed. Getting ready for my two days off, one of which is paid. Stocked up on groceries....don`t have anything else to say for once.

Gonna go get another brownie.

 

If its that important to her she should really just talk to her father or something.

 

Using my novel as an excuse to go out and search a neighborhood. Need to put a fictional heavy metal club in a specific location an I'll be dammed if I use Google to sap the fun out of looking around. Plus, it's nice out, so fuck off bum leg.

 

Spent all day doing very adult things (not the fun kind, unfortunately), and now I'm going to eat dinner (early bird special hour, I guess), and start rewatching the Witcher season 1 because I damn well can.

 

Calming down a little....having an erratic mother involved in conspiracy based internet cults is.....god it`s something. Just typing that sentence...I'm tired of the constant ships "coming in" and all the red flags that just get ignored. Or if she does bring them up the people bulldoze over her which....is in itself a red flag.

I took my first paid holiday yesterday and enjoyed the holiday didn`t stick to the routine to steadfast but had a nice day. Cheesecake, and beer what more does a man need. The plan was to use today to pick at the pile of work sitting on my desk which it still is...but of course, with everything plan and routine I try to set to help me from spiraling (which I can do easily) there`s always her unpredictably, and never-ending spiral to clash against never mind she doesn`t respect any boundaries as anything more then me being ridiculous. She wants to get some more papers done at the noteray even though last time they strat out told her they weren`t real papers. Of course this morning I had to sit and peanut gallery to the people telling her the notary was just ignorant and it`s because that's the way people in PA are and you have to get out of there. Red flag, red flag, red flag, and red fucking flag. Course my opinion doesn`t matter so..

Did find a nice rent to own house in a great location that allows pets. Cheap too,(everything here is cheap compared to elsewhere. Why we moved here originally) not that it helps with the fact that I don`t make much money and I don`t know how to find a roommate. One friend who would don`t have a job to actually you know cover things. The house itself is....one of the most beautiful things I`ve ever seen. Next door to a dog park, for the puppers and it`s just great.

But I`m rambling OT I`m gonna try and balance all of that stuff and try to be somewhat productive...it`s already nine almost.

Hoping this method helps somewhat. Have been planing things out in my head...do think we`re heading towards somewhere just not..quite fast enough.



Tea first though I think.

 

I had every intention of being ready for work by now, but ... I am not. Well, time to put pants on and get going. Have a good day everybody!

 

Using a wedding hashtag generator, even though I know we won't have one.

So why am I doing it anyway? Hard to say.

 

Eating banana baby food while writing. It tastes damn good. Writing is moving along well.

When scouting that location yesterday, a random man told of a club similar to the fictional one I'm writing. Tempted to drag my brother-in-law there and get a feel of the environment. Would have to be on Friday though.

 

RoboMoon?

 

I too have consumed baby food when I was doing my GCSE in Child Development. Not sure the experience helped me get a decent grade though.

 

Looking at places for a possible vacation!

We might take a trip next month, but haven't really decided where. A first romantic holiday together doesn't sound half bad

 

Writing. Been doing that a lot lately. A welcomed change, if I do say so myself. Perhaps this injury is a disguised blessing. Then again...."Maybe" it is.

After this writing session, I'll cook dinner. Or....we'll order Thai food.

 

Wondering why my right eye socket hurts.

 

We're not supposed to talk about fight club.

 

I guess I could've fought myself and forgot...?

 

I'm discussing my brother's budding story with him and it makes me so proud.

I'm about to do some writing myself. Anything to avoid laundry, you know.

 

Reminiscing on the past, contemplating the present, and planning the future.

........


Also drinking tea straight from the jug but that doesn`t sound as reflective and nice.

 

Making a scale adjustment with a bit of research.
It would be absurd to build an orbital platform of
any kind several thousand miles from the surface
of the planetary body.
So, having corrected the error of my derp moment.
Scale matters when gravitational tides meet structural
stability.

 

I'm writing. Actually quite a bit more than previously, and it feels great. Stories and poems, instead of just either or. I'm very happy to be out of the variable trudging legwork of dense literary essay writing and into something I feel more strongly based in. The literature degree was beating me down for a while now. It's good to dump in the creative writing minor classes for a solid half a year to bring my spirits back up. Reading all that literature perceived as great in that sort of detail gets tiresome real fast. Now the reading is more enjoyable, and generally more enjoyable. And the writing experience is great.

So anyways, I'm writing. A few poems this week (many this month), a flash, and maybe a short story if I feel up to it. I already know the story-line of the short, but it kind of hits close to home in a bad way. Sometimes you end up writing yourself as the main character, with an air of truth to who you are, and what you felt and thought. This story is like that. A rather ugly little tale of character. Maybe I'll write it, maybe not. Might be good to get it off my mind though. Been there for months.