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allfireburnsUp earlier than I should be for going to bed as late as I did. Freaking a little about ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer. Okay, more than a little. The sun's in my eyes through the sliding glass door, and I'm nauseous in the way that means I'm really hungry but I just can't bring myself to eat because I'm nauseous. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fun day.
EDIT: Randomly, "Adrift" didn't bother me nearly this much the first time around. Rewatching it for the first time, I am... deeply freaked out by it. Oh, Gwen. Oh, Jack. Kids. Stop breaking my heart, please.
EDIT @ 9:25AM: Dear Me,
Though I know you have a lot of tags in your inbox and you want to catch those, doing that instead of writing is NOT PRODUCTIVE. Stop it. Thank you.
-Yourself
EDIT @ 10:27AM: Nor is scribbling on the calendar, staring blankly at the screen, or glowering at the puppy productive. You'd think I'm going for some sort of "wait until the absolute last minute" record or something.
Coffee is slightly more productive, but just barely. Not the coffee itself, mind you - I don't imagine it gets much done on its own - but the process of making coffee is... oh, never mind. Sometimes I shouldn't say words.
EDIT @ 10:38AM: Oh my God, NO, you cannot make graphics for your Rift mix. YES, I know it needs to be done, but you can't do it... you know... AFTER you've written this fucking story? God, what is wrong with you, self? *HeadDESK*
Also, it's a lot easier to type when there's NOT a puppy trying to worm her way onto my lap. I gave up trying to push her away, because she kept coming back, and now her head's on my lap and it's problematic. And I just know she's going to keep doing this when she's all grown up and FUCKING HUGE. Looking forward to that.
EDIT @ 2:06PM: I did it, guys. I did it and it is DONE. I don't like it and I'm terrified I'm going to get voted out because of it, but... nngh. God, this is going to be a stressful voting week for me.
writerinadrawer. Okay, more than a little. The sun's in my eyes through the sliding glass door, and I'm nauseous in the way that means I'm really hungry but I just can't bring myself to eat because I'm nauseous. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fun day.EDIT: Randomly, "Adrift" didn't bother me nearly this much the first time around. Rewatching it for the first time, I am... deeply freaked out by it. Oh, Gwen. Oh, Jack. Kids. Stop breaking my heart, please.
EDIT @ 9:25AM: Dear Me,
Though I know you have a lot of tags in your inbox and you want to catch those, doing that instead of writing is NOT PRODUCTIVE. Stop it. Thank you.
-Yourself
EDIT @ 10:27AM: Nor is scribbling on the calendar, staring blankly at the screen, or glowering at the puppy productive. You'd think I'm going for some sort of "wait until the absolute last minute" record or something.
Coffee is slightly more productive, but just barely. Not the coffee itself, mind you - I don't imagine it gets much done on its own - but the process of making coffee is... oh, never mind. Sometimes I shouldn't say words.
EDIT @ 10:38AM: Oh my God, NO, you cannot make graphics for your Rift mix. YES, I know it needs to be done, but you can't do it... you know... AFTER you've written this fucking story? God, what is wrong with you, self? *HeadDESK*
Also, it's a lot easier to type when there's NOT a puppy trying to worm her way onto my lap. I gave up trying to push her away, because she kept coming back, and now her head's on my lap and it's problematic. And I just know she's going to keep doing this when she's all grown up and FUCKING HUGE. Looking forward to that.
EDIT @ 2:06PM: I did it, guys. I did it and it is DONE. I don't like it and I'm terrified I'm going to get voted out because of it, but... nngh. God, this is going to be a stressful voting week for me.
