don't I said
Dec. 2nd, 2002 02:26 pmAnother bundle of emailed resumes. Let us hope that something will come of it soon.
Yesterday, I managed to sleep about twelve hours, get up for three or so, and then spend another seven hours in bed. Obviously, I should not take the little orange flavored pill unless I feel like giving up a day and a half. Even after all that sleep I still felt a bit stoned, spacey. A pity my health insurance wouldn't cover that.
So I'm engaged in endless RP of Doom madness, such as trying to figure out a timeline for the characters, who is older than who, when did they get together, who got married when, etc, etc. Hectic but amusing. My sanity has also been eaten up by the alternate plotting, which is more of an excuse to write hysterical lines than anything else. I think we are well over 20,000 words now.
I have a new copy of Gourmet I need to read, and recipes to contemplate. All I want is someone to pay to me to hang around their home, cook, do the laundry and be my delightful self. I could deal with that, really.
Yesterday, I managed to sleep about twelve hours, get up for three or so, and then spend another seven hours in bed. Obviously, I should not take the little orange flavored pill unless I feel like giving up a day and a half. Even after all that sleep I still felt a bit stoned, spacey. A pity my health insurance wouldn't cover that.
So I'm engaged in endless RP of Doom madness, such as trying to figure out a timeline for the characters, who is older than who, when did they get together, who got married when, etc, etc. Hectic but amusing. My sanity has also been eaten up by the alternate plotting, which is more of an excuse to write hysterical lines than anything else. I think we are well over 20,000 words now.
I have a new copy of Gourmet I need to read, and recipes to contemplate. All I want is someone to pay to me to hang around their home, cook, do the laundry and be my delightful self. I could deal with that, really.
no subject
Date: 2002-12-02 08:00 pm (UTC)i used to tell my bill that he needed to find a fortune so i could be his cookie chef. i told him "you wouldn't have to marry me, just give me my own wing in your house and i'll make the whole place smell like cinnamon ." i really meant it!
dan seems to think i should have a job. i feel like being a grad student is such a sham sometimes... i'm much more convincing as a domestic. do report on what you make from gourmet. this month's martha stewart is YUMMY. check it out- a whole feature on pomegranites! (i'm hoping they are a hidden secret like the brussel sprouts were, at the least they are undeniably romantic!) off to skim articles (more pretending?)
Re:
From:no subject
Date: 2002-12-03 11:21 am (UTC)