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Sep. 20th, 2003 04:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sua_layI'm beginning to feel I only have like long all day shifts or nights anymore. Every time I'm at work, I'm exhausted.
Also feel crummy right now. Handled a thing... not badly, but not as well as I wanted to. Being slightly neurotic (and very tired), I'll probably think about the thing for hours and end up blaming myself for every bad thing that has ever happened.
Gah.
Tomorrow... Well, in a way tomorrow, but anyway... On Saturday, I'll go to the gym with Maria again. To mys utter shock, I'm actually enjoying going there. The staff is very nice and polite, and there are lots of different shaped people there. Haven't seen anyone as fat as me there yet. Hmm... Maybe fat people really don't dare to go to gyms. I don't know.
Read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
housemouse's Winters snippet. It kind of inspired me to think about BoB, and various slashy undertones. Most of my ideas were absolutely horrendous, cliched as hell. But I'm convinced I might be able to write something half decent if I tried.
The problem is, I can't. Can't try. Had NO problem slashing certain pretty boys from an unnamed boyband (all RIGHT! 'nsync! happy now????), but I just can't write of these people. I can't even convince myself that the guys I adore are indeed characters BASED on the real people.
Someone please slap me now.
Tried to work on B5 story (gods, I posted part one like a year ago! am I the slowest writer ever?) but didn't feel like scribbling anything right now. Then started to read my own HL fic, and am still trying to decide whether to laugh or throw up.
Is everything in my life revolving around slash?
Yes.
sigh Maria once asked if I could become 'an evil bitch' when I get skinnier, so we could both hunt men and then use them and leave them. The thought was so alien to me I almost giggled in her face. I can't see myself enjoying spending time in clubs, no matter what I look. I prefer staying home.
Wish I was there now. But have four more hours to work. Well, three more hours to KILL and then an hour to run around in panic and try to make breakfast and wake up the monster kids.
Oh! That somehow reminded me of vacation, and since I've been rambling insanely for the whole post, I'll just keep rambling.
I have 30 days of vacation next year. That means six weeks. I have no idea when to have my vacation and what to do on it. The two weeks in London withwolfsbride (and go and check out her tale of our journey) were wonderful, seeming longer than just two weeks somehow. I was kind of wondering if I should go somewhere next summer.
I've always wanted to go to Ireland. Or Scotland. Egypt sounds cool if you think about the history, but I don't think I'd be really thrilled to go there. There's a small masochist inside me that is suggesting I'd head to Mallorca, to kind of revisit the scenes of my lousy childhood, but... no. Just no.
Hmmm... Maybe I won't go anywhere, but just stay home. Ma will dust me every week or so...
Okay. Enough of insane ramblings for now.
Also feel crummy right now. Handled a thing... not badly, but not as well as I wanted to. Being slightly neurotic (and very tired), I'll probably think about the thing for hours and end up blaming myself for every bad thing that has ever happened.
Gah.
Tomorrow... Well, in a way tomorrow, but anyway... On Saturday, I'll go to the gym with Maria again. To mys utter shock, I'm actually enjoying going there. The staff is very nice and polite, and there are lots of different shaped people there. Haven't seen anyone as fat as me there yet. Hmm... Maybe fat people really don't dare to go to gyms. I don't know.
Read
housemouse's Winters snippet. It kind of inspired me to think about BoB, and various slashy undertones. Most of my ideas were absolutely horrendous, cliched as hell. But I'm convinced I might be able to write something half decent if I tried. The problem is, I can't. Can't try. Had NO problem slashing certain pretty boys from an unnamed boyband (all RIGHT! 'nsync! happy now????), but I just can't write of these people. I can't even convince myself that the guys I adore are indeed characters BASED on the real people.
Someone please slap me now.
Tried to work on B5 story (gods, I posted part one like a year ago! am I the slowest writer ever?) but didn't feel like scribbling anything right now. Then started to read my own HL fic, and am still trying to decide whether to laugh or throw up.
Is everything in my life revolving around slash?
Yes.
sigh Maria once asked if I could become 'an evil bitch' when I get skinnier, so we could both hunt men and then use them and leave them. The thought was so alien to me I almost giggled in her face. I can't see myself enjoying spending time in clubs, no matter what I look. I prefer staying home.
Wish I was there now. But have four more hours to work. Well, three more hours to KILL and then an hour to run around in panic and try to make breakfast and wake up the monster kids.
Oh! That somehow reminded me of vacation, and since I've been rambling insanely for the whole post, I'll just keep rambling.
I have 30 days of vacation next year. That means six weeks. I have no idea when to have my vacation and what to do on it. The two weeks in London with
wolfsbride (and go and check out her tale of our journey) were wonderful, seeming longer than just two weeks somehow. I was kind of wondering if I should go somewhere next summer.I've always wanted to go to Ireland. Or Scotland. Egypt sounds cool if you think about the history, but I don't think I'd be really thrilled to go there. There's a small masochist inside me that is suggesting I'd head to Mallorca, to kind of revisit the scenes of my lousy childhood, but... no. Just no.
Hmmm... Maybe I won't go anywhere, but just stay home. Ma will dust me every week or so...
Okay. Enough of insane ramblings for now.
