What Are You Doing?

Thinking of having an unhappy love affair.
Don't know who with though.
Not had a love affair for a long time.
'Trouble is it would probably get in the way of writing.
Probably not worth it now I come to think about it.
Oh well, nice idea while it lasted.
Back to the WIP.
When I've done procrastinating on here.

 

Watching the tumbleweeds roll through WF, cos insomnia has embraced me like a long lost enemy.

 

Oooh, hey poetic imagery!
(you know what to do.)

 

Who are you accusing of being a tumbleweed?

 

"... rollen along withthe tum-blin tum-ble-weeeeds... "

 

That's just a shot off your front porch, isn't it CT?

 

Wiping sleep outta my eye whilst inhaling that beautifully polluted city air. Spent a little while decorating my new home, ya know, to make it very spooky, so that was fun. But now I'm back in the city....yay. >_>;

 

I've missed this place.

 

Anything but work, my Skyrim character has been very productive.

 

Watching Lon Chaney in The Monster (1925 silent film), catching up on the Forum, and eating coffee ice cream to which I've added chopped chocolate covered almonds.

ETA: ^^^"Be very careful, Rigo, that you do not mar the skull." Heh. Heh. Heh...

 

I know I'm processing my life (aka in a dark place) when I feel the need to dust off my old Skyrim avatar. There's nothing like the escapism of that game. It's beautiful. Oh, and of course there's dragons!

 

Considering using Minecraft to model my Apocalyptopia.

 

Try using Excel instead. Fill the backgrounds in different colors and each cell becomes a pixel. On a large enough spreadsheet, you could recreate A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.

 

Hmmm. I'll cornsider it.

 

My hearing aid is off and I see nothing wrong with it. Yay natural silence!

Also playing Red Dead Redemption again.

 

Decided to learn how to do proper handwriting , seeing as I'm supposed to be a writer.
Hoping it will improve my chances of having an unhappy love affair as my beautiful copperplate handwriting will be irresistible to wimin in coffee shops. probably.
Currently my handwriting is laughable 'cos I use a keyboard all the time and I never could write nicely anyway.
It'll be a laugh anyway.

 

Burning vanilla incense, drinking a glass of water, and trying to chill while my brain does battle over the practicality of disposable fluff I can write in my sleep vs. craving the depth of writing things that are intellectually challenging to me.

 

Finished dropping the little one off at school, so its coffee and sugar free vanilla halvah time. Today I'll be hunting for a good Halloween mask.

 

Dear John-John:

Why did you wait *this* long before reading 'Dante'?!

Sincerely, your college-educated, liberal arts self.

 

I read this as coffee in Valhalla.

 

Waiting for the plumber. Today’s the day we walk around the house to get a grand total of all the issues that need to be fixed.

 

Halvah? HALVAH? I loathe halvah. Is it food? Is it some kind of axle grease? Was it discovered in some years-old unwashed petri dish in an abandoned Soviet laboratory? I have nightmares about dying and going to halvah. Halvah... eww.

 

Forum stalking with red bull and vodka... God it's been a long week...