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Rrrrh. Gmail randomly started denying my existence and not letting me log into anything. I fixed it, but in the process I had to clear out my cache and cookies and everything. All of which is not a problem, except that it wiped the journals on my LJ plugin. And now I'm almost certain that even after readding journals, I'm missing some. Bah.

I'm probably just out of sorts because my brain still isn't working right. These past few nights it's gotten to where I should be going to sleep and my general reaction is "...can't brain for sleep." Sleep is not something you should really have to brain for. It's exhausting.

Evie and I are leaving Iowa City on Friday, I think, assuming magi and L don't break our legs or something before then so we can't leave. Right now, Evie and magi and L are out getting soda, so that we can have alcohol and Zardoz. ...Yeah, our friendship is special.

I'm gonna go try to write now. Or just stare at notebooks and pretend I'm doing something productive. One of those.

Date: 2008-12-11 04:43 am (UTC)
ext_25002: The TARDIS on the Plass, in front of the Millennium Centre (DW*R: Tomorrow you'll find better things)
From: [identity profile] allfireburns.livejournal.com
I have some Really Great Ideas lying around in places, but... nothing I want to write when I'm feeling like this. There have to be simple oneshots of, like, five hundred words or so that I can write just to get out of this funk, but my brain won't work. And oh. I think that conman!Jack/Ethan Rayne does need to exist. Hee.

...If my brain were less foggy, I'm sure I could make sense of that in a way that it actually... applies... because it sounds like good advice. Somehow. ♥